Approximately six and a half months down the line I’ve lost my little boy.
To some I may sound silly and a bit over the top but I am sure to many, if not all, you'll understand how I feel.
Skwalk passed away about 3:20 this morning the vet told me, it was peaceful and he wasn’t in any pain,
unfortunately I now am.
I'm glad for all the things that he was able to experience, and as for me I look at all the birds feeding in the garden a little different now.
I'll miss the way that when I asked for a Skwalky-kiss he would pry open my mouth with his beak and the way I'd stretch my arm out and he'd fly down onto it like a tiny eagle.
I'll also miss the temper, the way he still liked to have his beak ready as if he was still a baby and the greetings he'd give me in the morning when I’d get home from work.
But mostly I'll miss him.
