Over six years ago, I got a call from my boyfriend (now husband) that someone returned a Pacific Parrotlet to the pet shop and he asked if I'd like to have him. I got in my car right away and went to pick him up. Over the years, my little Petri bird was my steadfast friend.
For such a little bird, he was very strong- overcoming odds time and again. When I was a senior in college, a stray cat got into my apartment when I was at school. The cat had knocked over his cage and Petri was nowhere to be found. I then heard my little guy chirping softly under the bed. He had cat blood halfway up his beak, and that cat never set foot near our apartment door again! Later on, when I was working my first "big girl job", I would come home to him every night. When a car accident sent a Jeep through my apartment, mangling his cage in the process, he bounced back and was just as strong as before.
It's so hard to believe that my little feathered friend of the past six years is gone.
I'm going to miss the way he would hide in my curly hair.
I'm going to miss his little birdie kisses.
I'm going to miss the way he'd immediately start taking a bath when I would take him on a car ride.
I'm going to miss the way he would sling his food at the dog when he was feeling jealous.
I'm going to miss his "turn around" trick.
I'm going to miss hearing his little voice. "Pretty Petri!" "He's a pretty bird." "He's a good baby." "Turn around!"
Goodbye, sweet baby bird. I'll love and miss you always.
2 comments:
So sorry to hear about Petri :)
:(
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