Our beloved found cockatiel, Donald, flew to the Bridge to join the other birds who we loved and will always love.
I could not post about his leaving until now. My poor husband was devastated, and losing our Donald, albeit temporarily*, hurt me as well.
It was especially painful because Donald was right as rain, so it seemed, until the Tuesday, May 10th, when he passed over.
RIP, dear Donald. We love you.
On the following Saturday, a friend took my husband to various pet stores because he decided that perhaps another cockatiel might help him get over Donald's loss.
They had to go to several places. Husband almost adopted a quaker in lieu of a tiel, but he did find a baby cockatiel, three months old. His name is "Dinty Moore". We generally refer to him as "The Baby" or "Baby". He's a character and a half and has loads of personality - he is comical as all get go.
We swear, sometimes Donald is presenting his behaviour/antics and channelling them through Dinty!
* I know that we will see our winged angels again when it's our time.