Thank you for all the support. It's been over a week, and I still walk into the room and start to say something to him. I still have some habits that were just for him that I'm trying to remember I don't have to do... like leaving a light on, leaving the TV sound on, not saying "sorry Rocky" when I walk into the room and make a loud noise fearing I startled him. I was invited to go to the river this weekend, my first reaction was that I should stay home with Rocky. I was in the store and went to buy more food for him, then I saw the toys and remember that I didn't get him a new one the weekend before he died and felt bad.
I miss his quiet little peeps, hearing him play with his toys, the begging for sunflower seeds... everything about him. I'll be okay, I'm sure, but it's still very hard to accept that he's gone. I miss that little blind bird!