When I woke up early this morning, I was told that our bird had passed away by my partner. To be honest, I didn't feel anything, because I knew he was going to a better place very soon.

I don't recall the exact date, but my partner brought him back home was in 1999, which is 23 years ago.

When I got home, I noticed there was something iffy going on. Soon after, I realized that he brought a tiny bird from a pet shop without letting me know in advance. I got really angry about his unresponsible behavior.

I am definitely not a bird person. However, I was the one who took care of him 24/7. Every one hour, I fed him and made sure the room temperature was fine with him and cleaned up a tiny cage where he walked around. I was lucky enough to be the first person when he could be independent and fly around himself. I still remember the moment vividly, just like it happened yesterday.

It was noticeable, he hadn't been able to chirp since last week or so. Even worse, he had started making a strange sound when he was breathing. Finally, my partner has taken care of him ever since he was able to fly made an appointment with a vet, and took him there. However, it was too late. He had been diagnosed with severe pneumonia.

Now, I have a mixing feeling. Of course, I am really sad to say "Goodbye" to him. But, at the same time, I am relieved that he doesn't need to suffer anymore.

For 23 years, such a long time, we've been through thick and thin for the last 23 years.

I'm just hoping that he is flying over freely under a big sky in a better place.