Its been a while since you passed on. I finally got the courage to write the memorial. I am still in tears as I dedicate this to you my sweet Peakin. I got you on July 25, 2008. You were my baby. I laid in the Lizard Room with you every night and watched the Bee Movie with you. Remember the song Here Comes the Sun? It makes me think of you. I might use that in you tribute instead of Celine Dion's I Am Your Angel. I don't know which you liked better. Anyway, I remember sitting with you and watching you lovingly, your every move. I was scared I was doing something wrong. I could see something wrong in your eyes. Why didn't I take you to the vet? Why did I even buy you when I looked into your sweet eyes and could tell something was wrong? I disregaurded my gut, that's why. I'm glad I bought you and had the time I did with you. I love you Peakin. Your real name is Peakin, but you wanted Peaker remember? You head-bobbed and told me so. I remember the first day I got you. You peeked you head above your little rock hide and I knew what you would be named.
I went to the fair one day. 3 days after I got you. I came home and you were laying down, being lethargic. I knew there was something wrong. I posted it on this site here. Mom and Dad kept convincing me you were fine. Remember later that night when Mommy was trying not to cry in front of you because she didn't want to upset you? That was because your sister, Skippy died.You were acting funny the next few days and I loved you so much to see you hurt like that. You distracted me from Skippy. Skippy was a chicken by the way, Peaker. I remember when your other chicken sister Terry died. I fell to my knees several times crying. I couldn't eat, sleep, or do anything. I just cried until there were no tears left. Imagine Peaker, you took all that pain and turned it into worry and joy over you. Anyway, I was convinced it was relocation stress. That's why you were not eating your crickets and being sad and making me worry. Then on August first, you were okay. You ran and bobbed and black bearded and were being naughty. You didn't want me to hold you like I was. Remember, enen though I was going to let you settle first, I would reach in your tank and hold you?
I miss you little hands and feet. I miss the way you looked at me and I miss the way your little body fit in my hand. Anyway, I figured you were okay with this new spunk. Then, 30 minutes later, at 6:38 PM, you were gone. Belly up and gone. I ran screaming, "He's gone! He's Gone!!" And dad came in and picked you up. It was true, you were gone. All the worry, all the pain from Skippy, and all the pain from you came out. It was my fault. I SHOULD have taken you to the vet. My fault
I held you until i was sure you were gone. We buried you and that's when I knew i would never see you again. I miss you and will love you forever Sweetheart.
Mama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkVXksGm5v8
I went to the fair one day. 3 days after I got you. I came home and you were laying down, being lethargic. I knew there was something wrong. I posted it on this site here. Mom and Dad kept convincing me you were fine. Remember later that night when Mommy was trying not to cry in front of you because she didn't want to upset you? That was because your sister, Skippy died.You were acting funny the next few days and I loved you so much to see you hurt like that. You distracted me from Skippy. Skippy was a chicken by the way, Peaker. I remember when your other chicken sister Terry died. I fell to my knees several times crying. I couldn't eat, sleep, or do anything. I just cried until there were no tears left. Imagine Peaker, you took all that pain and turned it into worry and joy over you. Anyway, I was convinced it was relocation stress. That's why you were not eating your crickets and being sad and making me worry. Then on August first, you were okay. You ran and bobbed and black bearded and were being naughty. You didn't want me to hold you like I was. Remember, enen though I was going to let you settle first, I would reach in your tank and hold you?
I miss you little hands and feet. I miss the way you looked at me and I miss the way your little body fit in my hand. Anyway, I figured you were okay with this new spunk. Then, 30 minutes later, at 6:38 PM, you were gone. Belly up and gone. I ran screaming, "He's gone! He's Gone!!" And dad came in and picked you up. It was true, you were gone. All the worry, all the pain from Skippy, and all the pain from you came out. It was my fault. I SHOULD have taken you to the vet. My faultI held you until i was sure you were gone. We buried you and that's when I knew i would never see you again. I miss you and will love you forever Sweetheart.
Mama
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SkVXksGm5v8
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