Acquired: Pet store
Posted Feb 28, 2014
When I was 10 years old, my mom bought me a beautiful yellow canary. He was my first and only pet as a child. It was my responsibility to give him food and water, and clean his cage at least once a week. I took this responsibility seriously, and mom never had to remind me to do it.
Tweety greeted us every morning with his beautiful song. Since we placed his cage near a window in the kitchen, he could look outside and enjoy the view. He was a very active bird, frequently hopping around in his cage quite happily.
I tried to train him to land on my finger, but I could never get him to agree to do this. I was just 10, and I didn't like the idea that every time I put my hand into his cage, he would flutter around so, I thought he might hurt himself.
He always seemed so delicate and fragile to me. Every time I caught him, I could feel his little heart pounding like the fluttering wings of a hummingbird.
After about four years I noticed he started losing some feathers. I studied up on this and found the problem was most likely mites. I bought a special powder and started treating him right away. It was messy, and Tweety sure didn't like it much. I was careful to disinfect his cage, and tried to keep it extremely clean.
After a couple months of faithfully treating him, I found him dead in the bottom of the cage one morning. It was a sad day for me to lose my little friend. My brother and I had a funeral for him and buried him in a special place in our backyard.