Quasi came into my life when he was just 3 months old, back in October of 1996. He was quickly made a part of our family…and soon developed a special bond with me, his Mommy. I was going through a divorce and having Quasi was a blessing to our family.
At first, Quasi didn’t understand how to get in and out of his cage so I tried to teach him, but in the end he was able to figure it out himself. He spent all of his time out of the cage when we were at home. He sat on top of it, or climbed around on the outside…and also loved to fly down to the floor or to one of us to sit and spend time with us.
Whenever there was arguing or a lot of noise in the house, he would march back and forth on his cage making cluck-clucking noises. He just didn’t like strife! Quasi also loved to chew on hard things and chewed up the edge of his cage tray. I first worried that he was eating it, but soon discovered all the little bits of plastic were there in the bottom of the cage bib that the cage was placed in. What a relief that was!
He would cuddle with me, and give me kisses…and also would open his wings, stick out his little chest and strut around on his cage while singing a beautiful song. How I loved it when he did that! He loved me without question, and without condition…he was loyal and true.
When Quasi was 3 years old, I remarried and moved across the country. Quasi flew with us in his carrier under the seat in front on me on the plane. He was very quiet and cooperative through the whole flight, and adjusted very easily to his new life in a new place. He even got a brand new cage out of the deal!
Quasi spent time with my son alot, and would sit on the desk while he was using the computer, and would also do that with me. He loved to cuddle with my son, as well, and would sleep with him or just sit and preen himself while my son would doze off. They would play fight, too…and it sounded like Quasi was a mean and nasty bird…but it would be obvious he was enjoying the exchange and would play along like he was trying to attack my son’s hand! He always wanted to be with one of us…and would fly to look for us if we went into the bedroom, or couldn’t see where we were.
I miss Quasi so much…and keep expecting him to be there, sitting on his cage for me to go pick up and cuddle. I’ve even heard him singing in the distance these last couple of days…and the corner where his cage stood is so empty now. I am so sad he is gone, but he will never be forgotten. He is loved and will be loved forever.
Farewell, my Quasi-bird…fly free at the Rainbow Bridge and make lots of friends.
I love my Quasi-bird,
| Quasimoto |
| 19, May 2007 |
| Dianne |