This past week has not been fun for Amy. Usually healthy, she caught one of the “bugs” going around school and missed three days. Yesterday, finally, she was able to go back to school. She made it through the day, but was pretty tired yesterday afternoon and evening.
And then this morning, Amy really didn’t want to go to school again. She woke up tired, and the thought of a full day of classes seemed overwhelming. I gave her the option of staying home-and it helped her rally herself and make the decision to go to school anyway, and finish out the week. I promised her a nice long and relaxing weekend to completely recuperate and catch up.
And then, as I was saying goodbye to Amy this morning, we noticed that Amy’s pet parakeet Coral was not looking too good. She didn’t seem to be able to fly, but clumsily maneuvered around her cage using her feet and beak. The slightest exertion seemed to exhaust her, and she would pause, close her eyes and rest, all the while trembling. Amy was visibly upset when she headed out the door to school, but I told her not to worry. I promised I would take good care of Coral today.
But as I write this, Coral is sitting on the bottom of the cage, and I know what is coming. Coral is going to die. And even though Amy is a “big” girl now-she’ll be 16 in just under a month-she is going to be very, very sad when she gets home. Because the loss of a pet, no matter how small that pet may be, is still a loss.
It’s one of those things that happens in life. I just wish it didn’t have to be this weekend.