We lost our peachface lovebird on Wednesday.
Twenty one years old.
The cats are confused and looking for the feather monster with the beak who would chatter at them.
Ack!! So sorry for the loss of your elderly Peachface Lovebird, Darks.
Twenty-one years is a long time to have a bird friend. After having it
around for so long, it is easy to understand why cats are missing it too.
My father always had a blue parakeet named Wino. My sister hated
that bird with a purple passion, and they used to disappear quite
regularly, but my father would always replace them with an identical
one. Once she opened up the back door and threw his cage down
the stairs. The door popped open, and that one was gone forever.
OH, too bad, Darks.
Oh, Darks. I’m so sorry. I love birds and would like to have another, but I’m so afraid...