Sunday, January 6, 2019

Another Homecoming

 Can you stand one more poor me post? Yesterday was a tough one. I brought my girl home. I'm sad to say I've got quite a collection of these little boxes in my closet now.

 The cremation service our vet uses had a surprise for me. They had collected some of her feathers and put them in a tear drop ornament. Needless to say, it was an all day cry fest.

 After her last CT scan, the one that showed she was terminal, I started collecting her shed feathers. I was sad that she never lost a big red tail feather. They were so pretty.

 Rosie was banded but I could never get her to sit still long enough to read the fine print. The readout that came with her ashes told me she was born on December 7, 1989. She had just turned 29. When I first got her at just a few weeks old she lived in an aquarium. I had to hand feed her around the clock when she was a baby. I wrapped her aquarium in Christmas paper to sneak her into the hotel we were staying at with my parents in Ocean City that Christmas.

Removing her giant cage, her play stand and all her toys has been hard. I kept this one. It was her favorite as you can see. Birds love to chew things up. My sitting down to knit or spin at night was her signal to start beating it up to compete for attention with whatever I was watching on TV. During the day her favorite thing to do was eat her way out of paper bags. Our grocery store would give me a handful for her every week for her to play with. It was hard to tell them she was gone.

I can't begin to tell you how much she was a part of everything I did. Those of you who have only known furbabies have no idea how amazing feather babies can be. She lorded over the house and the other critters from the top of her giant cage which she was rarely in. We chatted away all day. She had to see whatever I was doing especially if it involved food. Broccoli and cheese were her two favorite things in the world next to noodles. She never met a noodle she didn't love. Just like me.

In March, after all the Daddio and Dear Doggie mourning was over, I noticed she was quieter than usual. She had stopped talking in her pitch perfect voice. At first the vet wasn't worried but then she started losing weight. All the routine tests for bird illnesses came back normal so she sent us to a specialist in Virginia that did scans. They showed she had a large inoperable tumor between her heart and lungs and evidence that the cancer was spreading into her lungs and bones. They sent me home with a box of medications that I received monthly to keep her comfortable until nature took its course. I moved her into my bedroom to keep her safe and warm during those last fragile months. I hadn't been out of arm's reach of her in ages. It now feels so weird to have the whole house to live in again.

This little poem was in the corner of her cremation certificate.
She's now tucked safely away with Mom and Dad and our three dear departed doggies.

Night, night sweet Wo.
See you on the other side.


  1. Rosie was certainly a beauty. As a former feathered-child Mom, I totally understand. Aren't they just SO smart???? Ours was fond of the local news anchor and .......of all things, quarters. When we moved from one apt. to another we found a HUGE stash of quarters behind the television. I don't know .... saving for a trip to Florida, retirement???? Only Mace knew why.

    My thoughts are with you dear friend. I hope your sweet memories bring you some smiles through the sadness.

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  3. Debra, this was a wonderful tribute to your sweet girl. I loved all of the details about her and the photos you shared. It does make me feel as if I knew her just a little. She sounds like an absolutely amazing bird. I’m sorry you are missing her so, but after reading this I can understand why you are. She was a huge part of your life wasn’t she? Thank you for opening your heart to us. We do care.
    Love, hugs and blessings my dear friend,

  4. What an incredible journey you have enjoyed with her!!! The teardrop ornament is so pretty-a perfect way to say I miss you....

  5. I'm sobbing after reading this. I can only imagine how devastated you are. My sincere condolences to you. Your tribute to Rosie was beautifully written and how loving and understanding were those who cremated her.
    I do hope the rest of the year for you is more forgiving, you need a break from so much sadness.

  6. What a nice tribute to a wonderful life-time companion. I'm sure she loved you just as much as you loved her. Treasure the beautiful ornament and the little keepsakes in her remembrance.

    Take care,
    -Mary S.

  7. The ornament is very sweet. It's hard to lose a pet, but I imagine birds are even harder - they bond stronger and live longer.
    I've always wanted a big bird (Dave says no because we can't trust the cats - even though he loves parrots). Greys are so smart too. She was beautiful. A great big hug from me to you.

  8. Wo must have been an amazing bird! So very sorry to hear of her passing, Deb. But thanks for sharing her story. Sending big hugs.

  9. This was such a beautiful post. I cried the entire time I was reading it. What a wonderful companion you had in Rosie. It sounds like she was your shadow and very smart. She was beautiful and I know you miss her terribly. I wish there were words that could make you feel better. Hugs and prayers.

  10. It is not a poor me blog post, it is heart wrenching grief, and it is good always to write your feelings, this is your blog afterall and you can write what you want here. Sending you a hug.