My First Buddy

My First Buddy

May 30

I remember a lot of things about Buddy. I hope to go into detail over future posts about him, but when I think of him, it’s the little things that stand out.

Buddy was purchased at a few weeks old from the erstwhile Great Barrier Reef Pet Store located in Houston, TX. It closed a few years after we got him – I don’t actually know when. Not long after Buddy passed away we went back to where he’d come from and found it closed.

But it’s Buddy’s life I want to celebrate.

Buddy was aptly named. He was my very first pet (well, aside from some fish that, I admit, I was not the best owner to). I had wanted a dog for as long as I can remember, and I was twelve years old when we brought Buddy the bird home.

Having never had a pet before, let alone a bird, I wasn’t too clear on just how different a bird is from a dog, in more than the obvious sense. Not knowing any better, I treated Buddy much like I’d have treated a puppy.

We brought him home on a Friday afternoon/evening (I don’t remember which). But I know the next day was Saturday because I have a vivid memory of waking up between 5:30am and 6:00am as I always did – because it was time for my Saturday morning shows.

Not Saturday morning cartoons, mind you – though some of them were. But I started my Saturdays with Jack Hannah’s Animal Adventures. And, being that it was a show about animals, I thought it was only appropriate that my new animal friend join me for it.

Buddy’s cage was in my bedroom at the time, set up on a card table in the corner. I opened the door and gently encouraged him to step onto my finger the way my mom and the pet store employee taught me to the night before. He stepped up after a moment, though his feathers smoothed down in what I now know was apprehension.

And who can blame him, really, for being nervous? Yesterday he was in a large cage with a bunch of other birds, and today he’s all alone except for this human who’s now…carrying him somewhere unknown. I’d be nervous too.

I carried him down the hall from my room and into the living room. I don’t remember if I put him on the couch cushion before I turned on the TV, but however it came to be, Buddy ended up sitting on the couch next to me.

He walked around during the shows, and at one point hop/fluttered onto the floor. I remember freaking out a bit and getting down on the floor with him, but mostly I let him explore. I talked to him a lot.

I don’t remember if I returned him to his cage before my parents woke up or not, but I do know that by the end of that first little session of watching TV together, Buddy and I were well on our way to bonding. He was fluffing up his feathers when I talked to him, and walking over to me any time he wandered away too far and I made a sound at him.

Buddy was becoming more than just my first pet – he was quickly becoming a friend. And that he stayed for the rest of his life.

Gone but never forgotten…

Gone but never forgotten…

May 15

This is a site I’ve been wanting to create for awhile. Dedicated to all the loved and lost pets that have graced our lives with their far-too-brief presence.

I lost my first pet, a parakeet named Buddy, when I was fourteen. The most recent pet I’ve bid goodbye to was my best friend’s cat, Taru.

In addition to individual pages that will be dedicated to photo galleries of these and more lost friends, this blog will be used to share anecdotes and other stories from their lives, and yes, in some cases, their afterlives.

An attempt to help hearts so full of grief that a day doesn’t go by without thinking of these lost friends, this site is dedicated to all those who have passed beyond the rainbow bridge.

Beyond The Rainbow Bridge - a poster created for a fictitious autobiographical movie in a digital art class.

A poster I created for a fictitious autobiographical movie in a digital art class.