Death of Shadow

E's little Love Bird, Shadow, died. She is devastated. They were so close. She even called him her best friend. I’m not sure how a bird can be your best friend, I mean: how do you even know that he’s your friend. But in E’s case, it almost made sense. Shadow was a great bird. Smart, endearing, funny, sociable, and they did spend a lot of time together. We couldn’t have an outing without her asking “Can I bring Shadow?” He loved to be with us. He would seek to get out of his cage and hang out with us. And when he was in his cage he would play funny tricks, climb, jump, turn upside down.

Even I was beginning to appreciate him. I had bonded with him. And again, how do you bond with a bird? I don’t know exactly. But, he’s there, he comes to you, he looks at you, he talks to you, and you communicate somehow.

Oh, what a pity. He really was a great bird. Irreplaceable. I really feel for E.