Leaning into the camera, curious to see what I was doing
Dear little bird, it has already been almost a month that you've been gone, and I find myself with this post still unwritten, started approximately a month ago. I keep turning around, expecting a chirp from you. I keep expecting a squawk because you're unhappy I'm leaving you behind to go upstairs. I keep walking past where your cage used to sit, about to say hello, only to see that you're not there.
I still remember the day over 12 years ago, when we first went to meet you. In your very best birdie style, you waddled over and decided you wanted to come home with us. I remember I had a green hair tie clipped to my jeans and you wanted to play with it. To nibble, to be friends. And although you might not have been the most brilliant of birds, you definitely were one of the sweetest.
Dear little featherbundle, I really miss holding you close, stroking your soft feathers.
Unfortunately, it's time to say goodbye. It's time to let go. But as I say goodbye, know this dear little bird. The passing of time will not take away the wonderful memories I have of you. I will choose to remember the happy pre-bedtime cuddles, the little perky greetings when I came home at night, and the way you loved carrots, cucumbers, lettuce, and pear. I'll remember the quirky way you flicked your head when you tried eating something you didn't like. Sour things, for example. You really were such a good sport about it. If I gave you some, you always tried it at least twice before ignoring it. And for all of that, I'm thankful. Thankful that I had those wonderful years with you. And at least on this side of eternity, I will carry those memories with me and look back on all the happy times. So, again, little birdie. Goodbye...
