we bought a juvenile parrot a few weeks ago it was a small cute parrot it was a juvenile. my sister named him Spike
we formed an inseparable bond in the short time we were together he would cling to my finger and not let go we were a perfect pair I used to feed it with a syringe knowing that he couldn't survive without me strengthened the bond I loved him and often imagined him growing up by my side following me I remember it making loving purrs when I was near I thought I would never be alone
until the day it died, I wept and wept till I could weep no more. it's funny how someone as small as a parrot can make its way to your heart and its death can be grieved upon.
and so I write this story as a memorial to my parrot