My little friend, is gone. For thirty three years we walked, he flew actually and then when too old, he walked, but we walked the same path. Yesterday morning I found he had died in the night and now....well, now all the sadness is here. I had my cockatiel when I was eight years old. He sang, danced and cuddled me and my family for many, many years. Cockys don't usually live more than fifteen years, so he was rare and special. The last eighteen months though, he had deteriorated. If he had been in pain, we would have had him put to sleep, but apart from arthritis and a loss of feathers he was happy, ate like a horse and still singing.
And now he's gone.
Goodbye friend. I hope you're flying high somewhere.