Acquired: Pet store
Posted May 08, 2013
My parents got me Timmy was I was 8 years old, I just loved him, he was so cute.
When he was young my parents left him out of the cage and he use to fly around always going and sitting on the very tall window curtains, so they use to let put my hand in his cage and get him use to sitting on my finger, it really worked, as soon as I put my hand in he would jump right on it and liked sitting there.
After a while when he was then left out his cage I would call him and he started to come to me, he would land right on my finger and then my head and shoulder.
He spent a lot of time there.
I really wanted him to talk and my parents read that you could teach them by just repeating the same thing over and over in front of them, well, Timmy was smart and he learned a lot, he said, Hello Timmy, Hello Patti, Pretty Boy Timmy, Good Morning, Nite and the very best, I wanted him to say tweet, so when I was teaching him I would say tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, and that is exactly how he learned it, he would say tweet, tweet, tweet tweet, tweet .
One thing he loved doing was play, he had a cage full of toys, loved looking at himself and talking in his mirrow, had a plastic parakett he was alway knocking around but when he was out of his cage this was his favorite game playing on the coffee table, my Mom had a candy dish filled with shiny wrapped hard candy, he would walk over pull one out and then pull it across the table and drop it on the floor, head down watching it fall over, then he would start all over, he did this over and over every night, not sure if we were watching him or TV but boy, did he sleep good at night.
Timmy lived 11 years, I was so afraid when he was getting old that we would find him at the bottom of the cage but he also loved us and when he left us he went into the corner of the cage and just fell asleep, we were heartbroken, I remember my Dad telling my Mom and me that he hopes we carry on that much when he leaves us.
My Mom had a beautiful little wooden jewelry box, we wrapped timmy up in very soft cloth and to this day he is resting around the rose bush.
He was very tiny but so very big in love and joy.