Call him Mister Bojangles
Mister Bojangles come back and dance please
Come back and dance again Mr Bojangles...
At 11.02pm tonight, Mr Bojangles died in my hands.
Iím not sure what happened, I had came into my room to get something and I happened to take a peak under the cage cover. To my horror, Mr Bo was on the floor of the cage at the back corner. Alfie was on the perch above, chattering softly and dipping his head below the branch, the others were on the other side of the cage.
I tried to stay calm and took him out, his eyes where opened and blinking but he was breathing quickly. There was no sign of injury or anything it was like he was in shock or something, he wasnít responding to my voice. Then it was like he shivered and then was still...
I must of stared at him for a whole minute before the tears burst my trance. Itís now 1.17am and my head is pounding from crying pains but the tears keep coming and I canít help but shake a little.
I donít know what went wrong or what could of possibly caused this... itís all too sudden, this morning he was chirping away, playing on his swing, nibbling millet, getting head scratches... and now, dead. Gone in a flash. And no matter what anyone says, I blame myself for this, I must of missed something and heís dead because of it
To Mr Bojangles:
I loved you from the moment I saw you. Your gorgeous feathers, wise expression and love of simply sitting on my shoulder, preening my hair until your heartís content... it all made you so easy to love. Iím so sorry you went like that, staring up at my with blinking eyes, I canít help wonder what you were thinking, where you waiting for me to save you? To make whatever you where going through just go away? Ė Iím so sorry I couldnít. Iím just glad you knew I was there for you for your last breaths. I will miss you terribly, your beautiful song will never be forgotten but it still wonít be the same without hearing it every morning. Donít worry about Alfie, Iím sure Voodoo and Lullaby will look out for the wee rascal.
And please, although you didnít fly much, where ever you are now my dear friend;
Fly high, fly free, fly forever in a place with no bars to stop you.
I love you and Iíll never forget you, you were more than Ďjust a birdí