Alex

 

http://maureena.net/Alex.html

 

I came home yesterday after work to find Alex at the bottom of her cage. She was still alive but barely, I picked her up and held her in my hands and she died shortly after, just quietly closed her eyes and left.

 

Alex had been sick for about a year. She was diagnosed with fatty liver disease and sometimes we thought we were winning the battle, she'd have really good days and then she'd have some really bad ones. She and Bluie were bonded, and Bluie looked after her and made sure she was fed. He did an amazing job for so long. He will sorely miss her. He knows that she is gone, I made sure I let him see her at the end and he reached out and touched the feathers on her head a couple of times.

 

We buried her in the garden under the apple tree.

 

We'll miss you Alex!

 

I'd also like to add this poem that is on the McDonald's Family Rescue on their facebook page. They do wonderful work there, I donated one of my cages to them. Their website is http://www.themcdonaldrescue.com/ and this is their facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-McDonald...ion/11891617044

 

MY HEART IS MADE OF FEATHERS

 

‘’My heart is made of feathers’’,

The mad parrot woman said.

‘’I have feathers in my heart and soul,

Feathers in my head.’’

She knew that people laughed at her,

And talked behind her back;

But her love of all things feathered

Would never falter, never slack.

Her world was made of feathers,

Of the birds that she adored.

The smirks of open ridicule

She simply just ignored.

But as the months passed into years,

The laughter, it grew less.

They all began to listen

As she spoke so proud, shameless.

Very few would understand

But they began to realise;

That her devotion to those birds was real,

Acceptance was her prize.

For it meant that people realised

She would never hide away.

For the birds that suffered, the birds that died,

Her voice was here to stay.

Her world was made of feathers,

A place of loneliness, she knew.

But if her human friends walked off;

Her feathered friends stayed true.

Her world was made of feathers!

And with tears, her eyes did glisten

As finally, the world laughed less,

The world began to LISTEN!

‘’My heart is made of feathers!’’

The people heard her cry.

And to her joy, they didn’t laugh….

They stopped, and asked her ‘’WHY?’’…

 

By Anne.M.Kenyon

Edited August 14, 200816 yr by Maureena

very sorry to read this , what a beautiful place to bury her and remember as she will continue to always provide joy to this world...fly free...

l'm so sorry

I am so sorry :rip:

What a beautiful poem

Sorry for you loss Maureena, that's a beautiful poem :rip:

Thank you everyone, it's nice to have a place to grieve where people understand.

Big Hugs. Sorry to hear about Alex