When Cricket passed away she took a part of me with her and I am still trying to deal with that.
After a number of days my wife and son moved Crickets cage out on to the back deck and cleaned her cage and her toys an packed them in a plastic bag and a day or two later moved her cage into the garage.
One of the things I always did when I left for work is I would stop at Corkys cage and lift the cover and say see you later and than rub her head I would say see you to Willie our cockatiel and stop at Crickets cage and put my hand under the cover, put my fingers through the bars and Cricket would come over and rub her head on my fingers. I never lifted her covers, she just new it was me.
My wife did not tell me when she moved Crickets cage into the garage.
I leave for work early around day brake and as I stopped and rubbed Corkys head and said see you to her and Willie I went through the garage and I could see Crickets cage in the shadows. I walked over to her cage and put my fingers through the bars. I would think of how she would come over and rub her head on my fingers and make her little sounds. I would stop at her cag in the garage and do this when ever I went to work.
I am a person who shows up at work 40 to 45 minutes before I start work. Its a me thing.
When I got up on August 2, I was thinking about Cricket and how it was two months to the day that she passed away. As I said see you to Corky and Willie and walked into the garage I stopped at Crickets cage and put my fingers though the bars. I could feel her rubbing her head on my fingers. The tears ran down my face and when I looked at my watch I had been standing there for over 35 minutes.
I no longer leave for work through the garage in the morning.