I'm not sure how to do this. Stitch, my first ever bird and a GCC. I watched as you first flew, when you flew again and comically whistled when not landing properly. I stopped playing video games, I stopped studying, all I ever wanted to when arriving home was lift you from your cage. You gave me chuckles, you drew my reluctant laughter. You snuggled under my beard. I smiled. You loved me and I still feel the same. You gave me a moving two months of which I shall never forget during a time when I am on anti depressants and failing attempts on me and the missus conceiving. You fought, you fought and you fought...


You were my son. I loved you, kid. I tried my best, honest.

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I offer you this Segment (Pray): “Passing of a Feathered Friend,”
A selected from a Thread in the Amazon Sub-forum

As this Thread may likely exist far beyond my involvement in All Things Amazon. I believe that like the leading Segment of this Thread, a lasting testimony (Pray) to the Amazons that have shared our home, expanded our Love, and Understanding of Amazons should be part of this work.

It is not an issue of not wanting to visit and more importantly providing words of support as part of the Bereavement Forum, but my own difficultly in fully facing our many losses over the years. It is a reality of what we have committed ourselves too and each loss returns us to that clarity. When one opens their home to the very sick and very poorly cared for, losses are part of the commitment. I ask not forgiveness, but understanding of not often enough in sharing your grief. For those of you who loss a Loving Feather Family Member, I offer you this Pray “Passing of a Feathered Friend,” that we provide our Loved Ones!

This Segment is Rated: To be Read in the company of close Friends and Family.

May Pease find and stand with you as part of your loss my friends…

Passing of a Feathered Friend
Provided By: Steven (SailBoat), November 2016

“All of us feel such deep sadness when our Parrot friends die, and because they are Animals and not Humans, we are at a loss for words. Often, it is only other Parrot owners who can understand the depth of the loss that we feel with this complex, loyal, and loving creature. Resulting from such a loss, I have placed feelings and emotions into words and found verse to console the loss of my Cleo and since her, other sweet Amazons, in turn; I hope it will speak for all of you.” - Steven

You left this world so quickly. I can hardly comprehend your leaving. Yet there, in my hands, your still body rested — no longer your home. So much I have learned, so much you have taught, your purpose a full measure beyond your size. Comprehensions of your loss still a mist but yet, I know you are whole and happy - now beyond Rainbow Bridge. And so busy you must be upon your green wings, guiding angles to those of us yet to cross. With in my ear, I still hear you, those special sweet sounds of comfort and contentment:

“Do not stand by my grave and weep my friend.
I am not here. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the gentle summer rain.
When you wake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry my friend.
I am not there. I did not die.”

My pray for you my beloved feathered friend:

“May your body nourish this earth.
May your soul find release and contentment.
May you fly high and free upon wings of spirit.
Rest in peace little green one.”

The love and tender warmth of you is a un-full-fill-able void.
I do so much thank-you for creating a space for another, a special place next to yours’.

In remembrance of Cleo, (Estimated) Spring 1959 - May 2003

Amazon’s Have More Love!

Sources: Cheyenne Warrior Blessing, The Amazona Society’s Forum, Steven (SailBoat)

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In each Morning's early light; there is a promise, an Amazon makes!

It hurts so much so much to loose thrm. Big hugs.

Poem
A Stitch in my heart,
that was the start,
You hid in my beard,
but you never feared.
You made me smile, when you took flight
Oh what a laughing sight
You lifted me up
you never let me be a grump
Your whistle
floated on the air, like a downy thistle
Every feather colored bright
you will always live in memory's light.

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" A Smooth Sea,
Never Made A Skillfull Sailor "
Franklin B. Roosevelt
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So very sorry to know Stitch was unable to recover, please accept my deepest condolences. Parrots work their way into our hearts and leave lifelong impression. Stitch knew he was loved, may his bright memories displace sorrow and despair over time.

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This was very thoughtful, Laura. I can't begin to express my gratitude towards you. Thank you ever so much.

Beautiful, Scott.

I am so sorry!

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..David..

I am very sorry for your loss