Peanut was a special Cockatiel. He was my mothers companion for twelve years. His home was his cage which sat in my mothers bedroom. He would wait there patiently every day for my mother to sit with him or watch television while he ate and looked after her. He truly loved her.Peanut took on the responsibility of caring for my mother, watching her every move and letting her know that he was there when she would have to get up during the night. Needless to say, my mother loved him like a child.
Thank you Lord for letting us have this sweet sweet Cockatiel for a while.
With Love
| Mary Smith |