We lost Tuki last night which is of course tragic. The worst part of it was his demise was entirely my fault. Early on during Lucky’s visit he had shown interest in Tuki but the second I called Lucky off he forgot about it. Since then we had Tuki out each night and I totally forgot about the potential danger of having a dog that is not used to having a bird in the house.
Well last night Cindy and I were both in the hobby room messing around with the 3D printer. I came out after Cindy had just been out there a few minutes prior and saw the awful site of Tuki, who was already dead in Lucky’s mouth. Of course I was in utter shock for a moment but then yelled at Lucky to drop him, which he did immediately. I had heard no noises that would have indicated anything happened.
I called out Cindy who was equally shocked by what she saw. Oddly at no moment did I feel anger at Lucky. I immediately placed all blame squarely on my shoulders. I should have never let Lucky alone with Tuki and better yet should have just left Tuki in his cage during Lucky’s visit. The crushing guilt combined with remorse put me in a catatonic-like state for several minutes as I just sat on the couch in disbelief. The reality that my pet that has been with me for roughly 17 years was now dead, due to my negligence was just an awful feeling. Sure I have gone through the loss of pets in my lifetime but never has one met it’s demise because of poor judgement by myself.
Cindy and I took turns crying last night and this morning. Despite the cantankerous relationship Tuki and I had I always loved him like any pet and appreciated the big attitude he always carried around in his little body. He made us laugh with his mimicking of sounds and words along with his various weird quirks. Even after going through the near nightly ritual of him trying to attack me when I refilled his food and water bowl, more often than not, after I turned off the lights and walked back towards bed, he would say “Night Tuk”. I became so accustomed to his little sound additions to the household, having them suddenly silenced is going to be very weird and sad for a long time.
I had to make the very difficult call to Alison to let her know what happened. Tuki and her always had a special bond and the news hit her hard as I expected.
This morning Cindy and I buried Tuki along with one of his favorite toys by the large coconut palm he could see when we placed his cage by the window. The tears streamed down our faces as we petted his head one final time before we placed him in the ground. I’m not quite sure how long it will take for to get out of the tremendous weight of guilt I feel. I deserve to feel terrible. It’s all my fault.