happened so fast. One moment he was there, chirping and the next, the little
yellow and green budgie was flying out the door. I froze, unable to think or
move as I waited for him to come flying back in to safety. When he didn't
return I ran outside.
had even seen the colorful bird fly out the door and into the dangers of the
wilderness. In a desperate chance to find my best friend, I climbed up a tree,
searching the leaves for the bird. I could hear the scared squawks but I couldn't
tell where they were coming from.
search for him continued, I ran to my neighbor's driveway to try and find him
in the trees over there. I could see the small creature, perched high in a tree
as I forced myself not to cry or give up. I begged for him to come down, trying
everything I could think of. Nothing was working - he was too high in the tree,
too afraid to come down to me.
watched as he flew across the street and into a different tree, following after
him. The tears were falling freely now, my vision blurry as I tried to wipe
them away. It was obvious the stubborn bird wouldn't come back to me and it
broke my heart.
while later, my dad brought out his cage and some celery, trying to bribe him
down from the high treetops.
hour or two of trying, I gave up and walked home. This time, I didn't bother
trying to stop the tears or wipe them away. I merely let them fall as I walked
into my room and shut the door.
in my room for what seemed like an eternity - crying and shaking. There was
nothing that could help me get over the pain and heartbreak of losing my pet
that evening, at around nine thirty, I went to look again. I searched the
woods, occasionally hearing him or seeing him. He still refused to come out of
another hour of trying, I gave up once again and went back inside. It was the
first night t had ever cried myself to sleep and it wouldn't ever be the last.
day I searched again, this time I didn't hear or see him at all. I went home,
crying and I knew that Fareed, my bird for two and a half years wasn't coming home.