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My little girl Capone
Capone developed a prolapse and I had to have her put to sleep. She was 22 years old; however I'd only had the honor of having her in my life for the last four and a half years before her death. She was the sweetest bird....the tamest bird I'd ever had. I could pet her and hold her around the body and she cuddled with me like a puppy or kitten would, curled up on my chest as I lay down, snuggled up to my cheek. Id like to use this post as a way to say goodbye to her. Though its been a few months now, I still miss her.
My new bird, Georgie, is helping me recover. Though he's not as tame as Capone was, he's only two and has lots of time to learn that I mean him no harm. Its so hard to wait for him to accept and love me because Capone was so loving. But I'm trying to be patient. Thanks for letting me talk about this...only those who have loved and lost a bird would understand the depth of the grief I've experienced.
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