Good-bye, My Sweet Little Green Bird (originally posted 6/8/2009)
As those of you who know me know, I’m usually a bit of a bastard. I make no apologies for this – it enables me to get through all of the shit that life put’s in a man’s way, without the need to tear out my hair, rend my clothes, or just give up. So, suffice it to say that I am not particularly emotional or sentimental. However, there are a few things I am impossibly soft-hearted about.
Cookie was the name of my little black-capped conure, a small species of parrot. She was a beautiful, small bird, and her chirping woke me up each morning. She was intensely curious about everything, friendly, cuddly, funny, and an all around great pet and companion. She died last night, June 7, 2009, and my heart is broken.
I know some of you fellow bastards may say, “So what, Murphy, it was just a bird.” You’d be wrong. She was a sweet green bird who brought joy into my daily life. Now she’s gone, and I miss her. In other words, she mattered. People should try so hard.
