
Going down memory lane.
I absolutely loved Benny.
Benny was my parakeet. I had him while I was probably in 3rd/4th grade. Before him I owned numerous pets including turtles, a kitten and fishes (fishes were my least favorite), but there was something about him that for some reason, he was the first pet I loved. He was a mix of blue, yellow and green. I remember asking my parents for a long time if I could own a parakeet and they resisted at first. I would go to the library to read books on how to own and take care of one. I promised my parents I would be so happy and would take care of it really well. And finally my parents allowed me, we went to Petco and I took home Benny. I have no idea why I named him that, but I did.
I would wake up early Saturday mornings, go out to the living room and dance and sing in front of the bird cage to entertain him. While I did homework, he would sit perched on my hand pecking at my pencil as I did math problems or wrote out whatever papers I had to do. Sometimes he'd poo on the page, and me being retarded didn't want to rewrite the whole thing or it'd be a hw sheet given out that I couldn't reproduce so i'd clean it up a little but turn in the stained thing. Gross I know. Dog ate the homework? Nah, parakeet poo-ed on my homework. He'd fly around the whole house and i'd lure him to me with my arm arched and millet in my hand. He never really let me pet him which stunk. But anyways, I loved him and his chirping. So he wouldn't be lonely, we bought him another parakeet which I named Joey (after Friends). I didn't like Joey as much but he was cool I guess.
We'd let the birds fly around the house for freedom and one night I was watching TV in my room and didn't want them to fly in so I slammed the door shut, but as I did Benny tried flying in the room. He got caught between the door and fell to the ground. I screamed, brought him to my parents and we put him in a shoe box as we got into the car to bring him to a vet. But for some reason we never drove out, maybe we had lost hope that he wouldn't make it or he had already died and as a child, I didn't know. I carried him in my hands in the car as I cried. I had killed him by accident. That could possibly be the worst feeling in the world, to kill something you love. THe hands that I had fed Benny with, the hands that he had perched on, the hands that were perched under my chin as i'd stare at him and make faces, were the same hands that closed the door in a hurry and brought him to his undeserved death. My parents eventually left me alone in the car and I stayed there I don't know for how long, sobbing, holding him in that shoe box. Benny was gone. I still had Joey but I didn't care, it was Benny who I loved. I don't remember how long it took me to get over it.
For some reason today while I was at Bon Epi trying to write my paper, I looked out the window and missed him.
We learn to love new things, but we never forget the old. There's still an attachment. I haven't gone down this memory lane for years, and i'm surprised that right now i'm actually crying.
I miss you old friend.