Alice, the bird, was a very special pet to me. She was more than a bird to me. She came to me in a unique way. She was given to the nursing home where my mother had resided. The staff didn’t really pay that much attention though, so I would come in when I was visiting my mom, and check on the birds. She was paired with another finch, we named Ralph. He died a year and a half ago.
I was so happy when they asked me if I wanted the birds. I really loved visiting with them. In my moment of sadness because of my mother’s failing condition, the birds seemed to raise my spirits. They were there when I truly needed someone or something. That’s why our bond was so special. I got so used to Alice’s fun antics and beautiful singing. She brightened up every single day.
I couldn’t believe the love I felt for her, and still do. I did get other birds, but none were like her. Every time I walk down the stairs in the morning, I keep thinking I will see her.
It breaks my heart that I don’t. I feel I’ll never get over losing her. The house just seems empty without her. No matter how many more pets I may own, no one will mean what Alice meant to me. It was an honor and privilege to own her. She left a big imprint on my life, and I will never forget her. I hope to see her again. Rest in peace, my little friend.
All my love, Alice.
| Alice |
| 22, Apr 2004 |
| Dianne DeFrehn |