I recently bought a pair of parakeets for my mom, who is suffering from age and illness related depression. Little did I know that the salesman sold me a sick bird. He looked down as soon as I brought him home, an nursing and care routine based on a pet lover neighbor’s side made him a little bit better for a while. He died two days back and the other one is lonely, bored and frantic at times. Now I don’t know what to do. It’s neither easy to take another trip to the other end of the city for getting mates for the remaining one considering logistics and my work and domestic engagements. Both kept as enthralled by the vividness of their colors and their playing and chirping. Pets break your heart when they are gone!
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