It’s amazing how much a pet comes to mean to us everyday. Someone said yesterday, “It wasn’t the same as losing a dog.” Does that make the hurt any less?
As many readers know, I’ve blogged about Daisy, our lovebird, on numerous occasions. She died yesterday.
We all had an attachment to her. Even Daisy’s vet said that she was the most resilient, sweet bird he’d encountered in a long time. She always looked like she was smiling.
Jen and Daisy were on the lanai yesterday morning, probably on ‘Cruiser’ watch. Daisy liked to walk around the decking by the pool.
She was always honing the edges of her beak along the textured concrete. Recently we needed to take the edge off her sharp beak--she could punch a hole through leather, it was so sharp.
Suddenly, Daisy toppled over into the frigid pool, wings flapping. Jen quickly grabbed her out, and spent several minutes trying to revive her, but the shock was too much for Daisy. Heartbroken, Jen buried her in the woods.
Daisy was a loving animal. She begged for and enjoyed her head rubs, and was always nuzzling our cheeks and necks.
Daisy is missed, but won’t be forgotten… Turn the sound on high for the spoon clattering!