Yesterday I lost my Quimby. She was 31. I hand fed her, as a baby, in 1983 when I lived in San Diego. The Vet said it was her heart. Loving and respecting a parrot is unlike anything else. Their magical presence and ability to communicate is a joy I cannot explain. She has been with me throughout so many facets of my life, good and bad, outlived 4 dogs and 4 cats-all of whom she could call, What pretty girl, Brenda, Here kitty kitty. We always had each other. She laughed when I laughed and sobbed when I was crying. She learned my name and would say Hello, Lisa, I love you. Telling me Quimby come out when she wanted me to open the cage door in the morning. While I could not give her the gift of flying free like a bird, I did gave her everything I had to give. I hope she is flying high over the rainbow bridge and will be there to meet when I arrive. Flying up to land on my shoulder saying I love you, Lisa.... I keep hearing this song in my head Tell me how am I supposed to live without you Now that Ive been loving you so long How am I supposed to live without you How am I supposed to carry on
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 16:00:38 +0000
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