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!
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.
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!
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
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 round 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 afternoon '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 whistle 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 minutes 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 immediately 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.
Hobie: Hobie was a miniature merl-colored dachshund that I adopted over in 2000. I loved this little guy. He was so sweet and cute and very attached to me. He was my best friend. I never had a small dog and I would recommend this breed to anyone who loves complete friendship and loyalty.
Tea Biscuit: My little 'Biscuit' Was my sidekick throughout my chemo treatments. He stayed by my side, in bed, without complaint. An older dog and fully housebroken, he actually began using 'pee pee' pads as I was too sick to take him out. I'll never forget him and miss him terribly! I love you baby boy, Grammie...
Little Peaches: Our wonderful calico 'attack cat' has joined Tea Biscuit at Rainbow Bridge. At 16, she was still as playful as a kitten. Peaches and Biscuit had an understanding, she ruled and he loved her. Peaches wasn't a 'cuddle' cat. She would only be held and loved by me. She was special to me and she knew it.
I miss my beautiful girl. Grammie...
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Jacob: Jacob is a Red Sided Male Eclectus Parrot. He came home from NH at 3 weeks old, in my shirt. Jacob's hatch date was July 16, 1992 and he lived his entire life
with me.
12 years ago, Jacob came down with zinc poisoning from a cage made in China. From that time on, my baby fought a brave battle. I can't remember all of the treatments he received. His liver shut down two times!
Last year, he lost his best friend, Penny the cat, who was born April 16, 1992. It's hard to believe but they were the best of friends. Penny used to sleep in Jacobs' incubator with him and on top of his cage when he was old enough to go into a cage. When Penny passed in March of 2009, Jacob immediately started going down hill and I had to make the hard decision of just keeping him comfortable and pain free.
He was my best friend, I willingly spend thousands $$$$$$$ on him and still couldn't save him.
Feb. 4, 2010, my baby boy finally lost his battle with zinc poisoning, it was in his bones and muscles. A necropsy showed his liver failing again. Zinc was very high.
I miss my baby so much and the pain just won't go away. Every time I turn around, I think of something he did.
Jacob was privately cremated and his urn sits right next to his best friend Penny Girl.
Indy
Will Be Missed
Indy was a lovely dog.
He knew enough to give you a gently 'nudge'
when he wanted your attention ----
Sam was my handsome orange cat. He was my best friend and I still miss him so much. In February of 2009, Sam went into congestive heart failure. There was no warning and he had just been to the vet a few months prior. He was diagnosed with hypertropic cardiomyopathy. His prognosis was only 4 to 6 months as he had formed an aortic thrombosis. Medication was started and Sam came home after a few days. My baby passed on Mothers day after spending the day following me all about the yard.
I LOVE AND MISS YOU SAM
You are and will always be in my heart.
Tippy was my 9 year old cockatiel. We have been through everything together! He is missed.
