I’ve had Memoca for 5 years. I didn’t know how old she was when I got her, but I knew that I’d be her final home. She’s a female zebra finch.
I got her from my aunt who passed away March 22 of 2020 of Cancer. I knew nothing about animals, I’m allergic to cats, dogs, and probably every other furry creature alive. In the beginning, I wanted to take care of Memoca because she was the only thing left I had of my Aunt who raised me, but now I’m mourning Memoca because she is my best friend.

I would read books to her when I first got her so that she’d get familiar with my voice, and every morning she’d wake me up with her meeps. She’d meep at me every time I walked in and out of my room, just to say hi. She would absolutely destroy a hard-boiled egg; she loved them so much. Ate them like a little monster. She would never let me touch her though, whenever I’d clean her cage or exchange her food she’d freak out if I moved too fast or put my hand too close to her. I never wanted to scare her, so I never tried to train her to sit in my palm like most finch-owners. I was worried every day would be her last, and I wanted her to be forever comfortable.

I remember when I was babysitting a young girl, Autumn, and she got to see Memoca lay an egg in real time. it flew right out of her and Memoca was breathing so heavy, I was extremely worried. She ate that egg a few hours later. (Calcium, don’t worry its normal.)
I remember when they had to reglaze our apartment bathroom last December, I took her outside into the hallway and held onto the covered cage in the cold, worried that the chemicals would get her. I talked to her the entire time.

She was with me when I graduated, got my first job, learned to drive, and got married.
She had so much personality, sometimes she’d be the only one I could talk to.
I pet her for the first time this morning when she was barely responsive. She was my best friend. It’s going to be so quiet in my room now. I’m going to miss her a lot.