He was the youngest bird before Little B. Came along. He was my favorite ever since I got him, and I bonded with him for years on end. Today, he passed away. And I hope that whatever awaits him is endless seeds and room to fly with all of his other parakeet friends that were passed to time. I will forever miss this bird, and my dedication to him is beyond words to describe. No day would I risk anything to lose him, and I hope that goodness of the angels of who knows what’s above will give him the best life. I’m heartbroken, but he was such a strong bird in his last moments, happily receiving his final head pats from me and my dad before passing away in his hands. This bird meant so much to my dad and I, to lose him in our very arms was as if he felt comfortable enough to die in our warmth. He will be missed dearly by all the people in my community in real life, and to him we’ll remember, always.
