Dearest Petey,
I remember the day that we brought you home…it took many days for you to trust us. It wasn’t long till we had you sitting on our finger, then flying to us in a room and landing on our shoulder, just like an angel. Hearing your wings flutter made me feel at ease, to know that you were my personal little angel from heaven. Just like an angel, we would not dare keep you trapped in a cage.
But the downfall to you being free, was your demise and I will forever blame myself for your death. I held you close, talked to you, cried to you as you were dying…and you held on long enough for Daddy to come home from work. You had become the child that we haven’t been able to have,
my darling Petey.
We were faced with putting you to sleep so that you would no longer suffer. I was in charge of telling my 8 year old daughter why you would not be coming home.
“Petey has died and went to heaven and
just like all angels here on earth,
they must go back to heaven to be with Jesus.”
We held each other and cried, because silently we both knew that what I had said, was very true. Petey, I don’t know how I will get through this..inside I feel like a little child not able to cope with your death, knowing it was my fault. Although we have another bird, it will never be you. This bird was only gotten to help Tabitha deal with your loss. I will miss burying my face in your feathers and smelling a scent on you, that makes me think of what heaven must smell like, angelic. As you fly through heaven, remember that I love you and know, that I too will meet you there one day.
~I love you Petey~
~~You will not be forgotten~~