Dear Pajarito,
Thank you for being such a great friend when I lived with you for those first 10 years of your too-short parrot life. You were my one and only pet and a comforting companion. You were really special. We taught you Spanish for some reason. It seemed easier for a parrot to learn than English. "Hola Pajarito," you would say whenever anyone came in the room. Such a sweet bird, such a sweet, sweet bird.
Do you remember when you were a chick and you broke your leg from the band, and the vet put a little bitty cast on? You used that cast to hide your favorite nuts so you could eat them later on. Or the time that you flew off my shoulder because I forgot you were there and I strode out on the front porch? Zoom, you were gone. We tracked you all day, and I thought you were surely lost then, especially when those grackles were chasing you across the sky. My heart was nearly broken. But you swooped down from that big tree at dusk, close enough so we could get ahold of you again.
I'm so very, very sad that you died today, particularly in a violent way. But I take comfort that you were your wonderful adorable parrot-self until the end. I hated to leave you, but I know you had a good and loving home until the end. I miss you, and I will think of you every time I see a dogwood tree.
Your always loving compai,
Tulip

