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I usually don't post on forums, however last Saturday my parrotlet of 16 years died and it hit me soo hard. I had zal since he was a baby, hand feeding him with formula from a syringe. He was such a big part of my life for soo many years that now my home seems so empty and quiet. I'm devastated and don't know what to do, I buried him in the backyard and visit him everyday but the emptiness doesn't go away. After 16 years how do you move forward?

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I'm so sorry for your loss. It is so, so hard to lose these amazing creatures no matter how many years we have them for. After my cockatiel died at 17 years old, I was so lost without a bird. I got my parrotlet Tumi after a couple of months, but he was not a replacement for Ruby. Instead, I was honoring her memory and everything she taught me about parrots to welcome another into my life. The hardest part was starting from scratch building a relationship with Tumi. After 17 years with Ruby, I could read her thoughts and she understood me as well. Learning about Tumi was a hard process, and we spoke different languages for quite a while. There is no easy way to honor the relationship that we build, with or without welcoming another bird into our homes.

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I am truly sorry for your loss. This is definitely the hardest part of owning one of these incredible little souls. It has been just over a year since I lost my Cleopatra, and I still think of her everyday. It's so hard when we lose them, but with time we learn to move on. They are gone, but they remain in our hearts. That will never change. Sending you hugs and keeping you in my prayers.

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Sorry about your loss. Our little ones are so bright and loving it is always hard when one goes.
Zal looks like a truly unique little one. If you wish we have a section called the "Parrotlet Rainbow Bridge" where we tend to memorialize our little ones so they will be forever placed on the internet so we can all understand Zal's and your life together.

At times like this, like when I lost my little ones I like to read the below poem. It helps a bit.

Rainbow Bridge

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When a bird dies that has been especially close to someone here, that bird goes to the Rainbow Bridge. At the Rainbow Bridge, there are meadows, hills, and beautiful trees of all kinds where all our special friends can fly and climb, hang and flap, hop and run, jump and play, squawk and squeal and sing together.

There is plenty of good food, including grapes and peanuts, ice cream and cheese, spaghetti and especially lots of pizza. There is crystal clear water in brooks and springs are filled with water as well as every kind of delicious fresh fruit juice.

One warm spring even runs full of the coffee they can now drink their fill of without hearing a single no-no. There is a lot of glorious sunshine and sweet warm rain when they want it and our friends are warm and comfortable and totally at peace.

All the birds that had been ill or old are restored to health and vigour and to their natural incredible beauty. Their feathers shine, their wing feathers are whole and their eyes gleam once again with vitality. Those who were hurt, maimed, ignored, or broken-hearted are made whole again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days gone by.

The birds are happy and content. Except for one small thing: they each miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind when the bird returned home. Still they all fly and play happily and safely and noisily together: even the grouchiest greys and orneriest senegal, the tiniest finches, the grandest macaws and the sassiest of parrotlets.

But the day comes for each bird when he suddenly stops and looks far into the distance. His body freezes and his bright eyes are intent as he watches and listens in silence. Suddenly he begins to fly from the group, soaring over the green grass, his wings flapping harder and harder!

You have been spotted - and he shrieks to you and then calls your name and his own and cries again and again, as he rushes towards you.When you and your bird finally meet, you cling to each other in joyous reunion, knowing you will never be parted again.

Your face and your fingers and even your toes are covered with beak nibbles and soft ecstatic kisses. Your hair is preened by that special beak, and his head bends under your fingers to invite your touch. Your hands again find their way under beloved wings, to caress the downy softness beneath.

You look once more into the trusting eyes of your companion, so long from your physical life on earth but never for an instant absent from your heart. Your tears of joy are gently brushed away by those beloved wings and feeling immersed once more in total contentment and love, you and your beloved companion cross the Rainbow Bridge together.

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