This weekend my family suffered a blow when my daughter Alex (Baby Chick) went into our bird room and discovered that her bird, Nemo, had passed away in the night. I know that not everyone can understand the bond that a person can have with a bird, but it’s real and just as tangible as a bond between someone and their dog. That bond was so evident in Nemo and Alex’s every interaction. She adored Nemo, and Nemo adored her.
Since the blog references my love of books but also my love of parrots I’d intended to include more about them. I’d planned something tongue in cheek, sweet and funny, maybe poking fun at my feathered obsession. I wanted to write something individual, highlighting each one of them and their quirks, and personalities, with all sorts of fun pictures. It breaks my heart that this is where I’m starting.
Nemo loved my daughter, millet, head scratches, and protecting the back of our couches from our mongrels. She would spread her wings wide open and glare down at them looking as large as she possibly could, hissing if they got too close. She would sit on my daughters chest and rest her tiny little beak against my daughters lips and close her eyes, just wanting to be close. She had the softest feathers, almost like feathery rabbit fur, that shimmered in the light. She was gentle, never biting if she could get away peacefully (which is a big deal, not all birds are like that). And she had a special whistle that was only for my daughter. When she ate her food she would pick it up in her beak, and then set it into a little bowl she’d created in one of her toys. She was a dainty eater, unless it was sweet potatoes, and then she looked as if she’d bathed in it.
She was curious about everything, including my camera which is how we got this beautiful selfie.
We will miss her every day, and feel her loss in our family forever.
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run, fly, and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run, fly, and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he separates from the group, flying over the green grass, faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….