Our peachface lovebird, Mott The Hoople, has flown to the bridge. He went early this afternoon, while at the avian veterinarian hospital.
We adopted Mott when he was a baby from a breeder...on Bill's birthday, which just passed.
Bill and I are very upset, of course.
Mott was bonded to me and I always told him that he was my best little friend, that I loved him with all my heart, and then some.
I told him every day, "I don't know what I'd ever do without you."
I could almost say that now I am going to find out, but I believe that since he's on the Bridge with so many of my other angels, I will have yet another ally! And Bill and I could use another guardian angel at this point...
What a day.