At Peace
Rainbow Bridge

Angel Boy: I didn't think we would be the first post here. One can never know.. Angel Boy was one of our sweetest cockatiels. He was found in someones back yard three years ago. They couldn't keep him and he became one of our babies. July 4th he crossed over to Rainbow Bridge peacefully. He was not banded and there was no way of telling his age. He was a happy little bird and he knew he was loved. Until we meet again.

Love, Mom & Dad

Taz: A wonderful Meyer's Parrot and 'best friend' to Robert. Taz was a rescued bird and very bonded to Robert and the love went both ways. An accident led Taz to Rainbow Bridge where they will someday meet again to continue their journey. Robert is devastated as any of us would be. I personally, would like to remind Robert of the fact that, It's NOT the length of life but, the QUALITY of it! Taz came out of an 'undesirable' life and into a wonderful, loving home with a family that adored him. Robert honey, you can't replace Taz however, there are others out there that need the same love you have to offer. I know in my heart that God has someone 'special' that really needs you!

God Bless

Tiger: He was a Marmalade Tabby with issues. Due to the vet I used, proper medical care was not given to Tiger. We trust the 'professionals'.. With major liver as well as other medical problems, his condition worsened. Tiger became vicious and couldn't be handeled. He eventually reached a point of not comming up the stairs and would attack anyone trying to help him. The poor dear was just to sick and in pain. Our local Humaine Society helped to get him out of the basement after which, Tiger had to be put to sleep. His condition was far too advanced. Today, he is at peace where there is no more pain and fear, on Rainbow Bridge (Tiger was only three years old)

Chacoo: African Grey and Mommy's Girl. Chacoo came into my life about six years ago, when I learned that a man who had brought her from Africa, wanted to sell her. She came with her cage, one of those roung wrought iron ones, no toys and on a seed only diet with "treats" of veggies and fruit.

He has purchased Chacoo in an open air market in Africa when he was in the Peace Corp and brought her back to states when he came home. Who knows how old she was but, she had been in the United States for 22years and he had her for a year prior to that. I had to teach my Chacoo how to play with toys and she had to teach me how to be a 'bird mom'.

When she came to me, she had seizures every week and for the first 18 months that I had her, we fought infection after infection and worked to bring her calcium levels up to the point where we could at least detect it in her blood work. It was a long road to haul but somehow, with the help of a good vet, we managed and Chacoo started gaining weight and became a happy, active bird.

I think the things that I will remember the most are her aftenoon 'swing and sing' habits and her desire to cuddle with me every night. Every afternoon, she would get onto her swing and make it swing back and forth and whistl a tune that was all her very own... I miss that.

Because of her illness, I had gotten into the habit of putting her to bed in my bedroom and every night, she would lay on my chest as I laid in bed watching the news and got her cuddles. Sometimes just ten mnutes or so were enough and other times, an hour and a half was not enough.

The night before I took her to the vet, she laid on my chest and cooed at me while I scritched her head. It was almost an hour before she decided it was time to go to bed. Chacoo taught me much and her situation made me aware of the need for education, my own and for others as well. To be honest, the guy who had her probably loved her but did most everything wrong.

I was a blundering idiot who had read one book, an old (1960) african grey book that I found in the library and thought that it was the 'latest' work. Thank God I found the internet and the folks who could help me learn. Chacoo also made me aware of the plights of so many birds changing homes. She was lucky in that she only had two homes in her life in captivity, so many others are not so lucky.

When I brought Zeus, my macaw, home, Chacoo immediatly learned his name and when he would scream she would say "SHHHHHHH Goose". She also enjoyed teasing Zeus with her whistles. He could never reach the pitch that she could. She would start with a low whistle that he could imitate and make the pitch higher and higher until he would get frustrated and beat up his toys. She would look so smug when he got frustrated.

My life was certainly blessed with her presence and I will NEVER forget her. She was the first animal I had, really ever had, that I could call 'my heart child'. She was so tuned into my feelings and thoughts and always managed to bring a smile to my face. I miss her so much it really hurts. I know this is long but it is the first time that I have actually written about our lives together since her death. Perhaps she is making this happen so I can go forward.

Love, Mom (Bonnie)

Sammy: Sammy was my cockatiel. He was my best friend. He was only one year old.. He died by an accident and I miss him so much.....

Luna: Umbrella Cockatoo, the sweetest bird I have ever loved!

Ginger: She was a 'special' mutt, Border Collie, German Shorthair Pointer cross. We started out in life together as baby and puppy. Together we grew with an unending love and devotion. We had 14 bonded and beautiful years together.. It's been 2 years since I've looked into her sweet eyes. I love her so much and she will NEVER be replaced. Her memory will linger on with me forever, until we meet again on Rainbow Bridge! I love you Ginger

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