The 3rd of January will always be remembered as yet another heart-breaking day in my life. How could a day that started off so well ended as a painful life experience that I don't think I can ever forget?
In the morning, helping out with the clients' needs and watching them smile back at me made my day. In the afternoon, late lunch with Nisa at Coffee Bean was great - girls' talks never fail to lift my spirit. But in the evening, there I was... climbing the stairs and anticipating to see her in my room after a hard day at work, cheerfully calling out her nickname.
There was no reply.
Typically she would answer me back with her sweet chortles whenever her nickname was being called. I assumed she was in the balcony and couldn't hear me, so I checked. Again, I greeted her. For the second time, there was silence.
I started to become frantic, bursting back into my room and looking at the cage - and only found her partner, Popcorn, there and standing still. I looked inside the wardrobe, where it is always kept open, just in case she was hiding between the hangers - one of among her favourite spots. I bended on my knee and scanned under my bed.
I searched all over the places in the house... but Sun-Ray was nowhere to be found. That instant I knew Sun-Ray, my female pearl cockatiel, was gone.
My sister and brother, who had been at home the entire day, had completely no idea where she was - an explanation not quite to my satisfaction. The windows of my bedroom were still closed, just as the way they were before I left to work that morning. What had happened to her?
What ever did I do wrong? The question kept circling in my head as I succumbed to the fact that I'm going through the very same hell as the time I found out my sun conure, Spunky, flew out of the window. How I wish it was all a nightmare and would million times rather being broken-hearted by a guy than having my 'baby' out of my life.
Photo: Goodbye, Sun-Ray!
