Peachy Lovebird, a.k.a. Agapornis Rosicolis, a.k.a. Rosie.
Well, it’s official, our lovebird has gone home. He passed yesterday in the hands of the vet. It’s tough to watch a pet suffer. He was 15 years old… an over-ripe age for a lovebird.
He came to us when he was seven. We were the third owner. Apparently his mercurial personality caused him to be bounced around a bit. We let him be what he was – not a trick pony, just a bird. He would ride on my shoulder and snuggle under my chin. No fingers though! Like a pitbull, he’d latch on and not let go!
I’ll miss him hovering around the house, coming to the sink for a bath. I’ll miss him chasing down the big parrots, just owning the joint. I’ll miss singing the “Love Boat” theme inserting the word “bird” in place of “boat.”
Alas, the cage is empty.
See ya Peach!
Tj
P.S. I finally put a comic up… in case ya didn’t notice. LOOK UP!
