It was the morning of January 5 last year, when I came downstairs and started my morning rituals...one was to uncover Peedy's cage ( we would cover him with a thin cloth everynight so that he could sleep better) when I saw him lying beautifully, but stiff on his floor. Prior to that, the night of Jan. 4, everything seemed alright... he was eating his cookie and apple portion like always. And on the floor was a leaf of lettuce, his favorite.
Peedy was two years old when my husband's friend handed him to us because his mother was too old to take care of the bird. Peedy and I had our share of 'fights' , either I would tease him or when I needed to trim his curly nails, boy! he could fight! Opening his wings and like he's saying: C'mon girl, bring it on. See how big I am?!' I would always call him Bruce Lee whenever he'd do that, ha ha ha!
But we also had our 'moments' . He was my favorite singing partner! He loved to sing, and would sing harder than the stereo. Many times when I had to practise singing or recording, he'd sing along. He loved Tina Turner, Frank Sinatra and Whitney Houston. But there was one number that he'd sing along w/ me on top of his small lungs...Barbra Streisand's 'Songbird'
How ironic is that?
I still have that recorded duet of ours. My only memory of Peedy's voice.
Thank you for the wonderful times, you have brought us pure joy, my little yellow friend. I and papa still talk about you, and will always love you. Though we may never know the cause of your untimely demise.
Peedy in his 'coffin' before we buried him in the backyard.