Darn it all to hell and back, we gave it our best shot.

Tictac is dead.

She had a heart attack while my mom was giving her her medicine.

Poor little thing.

She actually was getting better. We'd been giving her the medicine for about a week now, and this morning when I picked her up to give it to her, she actually bit me, which was a sign of her getting stronger. She was fighting my mom, then my mom finally realized what was happening and told me to put her back in the isolated acquarium we had her in. THe only thing was, when my mom took her hand away to give her back to me, Tictac leaned over on her side, gave one last breath, and died. They are burying her while I write this. I just can't stand to see something I love be buried. It's different for humans. I can see them be buried, but not a pet. I just can't stand it. I know this is ridiculous. I mean, it was a $20 dollar parakeet. It wasn't even rare. But it was still mine, so I am crying.

I had Tictac for over a year. From August 20, 2003. She started out in my room, but then we moved her to the big cage with Flossy after they started calling to each other. Then her beak started to overgrow after the start of this year. We took her to the vet, but he couldn't have done anything for her. We are pretty sure it was ovarian cancer. Poor thing. At least it's in a better place now. My mom and I both believe that animals go to Heaven. I think Tictac will know me when I get up there, but my mom doesn't know. I'm sure she will be free and untamed, but I know she'll know me. She has too. Dogs know their owners, why can't birds?

We are going to Fin and Feather as soon as she is buried for another bird. Flossy needs another because she was so used to having another bird to chirp with. Well, I have to go. I'm sorry if this entry is not very well written, I just can't think very straight right now. Until.

Love in Christ,
Emily