Is it normal that i kept digging up my budgie after i buried it?
I had a budgie when I was about 10 or 11... he flew out the window one morning and was missing for a week. I seen a notice on the local library about a budgie and went to collect him. I ran about a mile and a half home and had a gang of children all running with me the last few hundred yards. I was so exited and shouted to my Dad "I've got Charlie back". As soon as I got into the living room I let him out his cage so he could sit on my hand. When he got out he flew straight into the wall and his eyes closed just as I picked him up. Well all the sobbing, and I buried him in my favorite item. My first woolly hat I wore when I was a baby. I always thought it was so small and fascinating. I wrapped him up and tied the hat and put him in a cardboard wheetabix box in a 6inch deep hole. Can't remember much after that apart from being really depressed in a library with a friend a few days later and needing to go home. I remember having him on my hand and crying, he was all baldy and slimy and wet and cold, and dirty. I don't know how many times I dug him up but he vanished one day, box, hat also. I'm sure my Dad removed him. So I soon forgot about wee Charlie. That feeling of loss was crippling I thought. But I've never felt it so raw since and I've lost close family. Think I was just curious about heaven stories I'd heard. I'm sure I expected my hat to be full of fluffy feathers. Vanished!!