It is with great sadness that I tell you that today, in the wee hours of dawn, in the soft winter light, we lost our darling girl Tilda after a two week battle with pneumonia.
She was the angel of the family, always calm, and brave, even when we had to give her the medicine, which she hated.
She never complained, and even when she was feeling so sick she could hardly move, ate all her red coloured pellets, which were her favourite.
She was a sweet, loyal little dove, and loved my sister, her Mum, more than words can say. Her favourite spot to nap was on the warm computer while my sister wrote stories.
The skies today are grey, like her feathers, and when we took her to her final resting place, big white flakes of snow fell down on us, reminding us of her fluffy white feathers.
Mallorn isn't sure where she went, but still coos at us in Dove language that Tilda taught her.
If there was one thing Tilda never deserved, it was suffering, so we are trying to be happy that she will never have to suffer again and is now forever alive in our hearts and the heavens. Surely as we speak, her soft cloud coloured feathers are stroked by the hand of an angel.
Tilda, baby Tilda, we love you always and forever. Don't forget us up there, okay?
Rest in eternal peace, beautiful girl. You will be dearly missed and never forgotten.
and Princess Mallorn!
Thank you to Deb for her wonderful Faery magic
Oh StarlingWings I'm so deeply sorry for your loss. Little Tilda was such a sweet soul and it was clear how much joy she brought to your lives. I know her passing has left a numb and empty void and that the heartache you are all feeling will linger for a while. I hope you find comfort in knowing that Tilda could not have found a more loving and caring home than yours.
Rest in Peace Tilda.
I'm so sorry to hear, this... You and your sister have my deepest sympathies over sweet Tilda's passing.
I'm sure she felt comforted by the love and care you have given her, Tilda couldn't have asked for a better family.
I hope you will soon be able to remember fondly and cherish the many memories of the happy times you had with Tilda. She will forever be close to your hearts.
Rest in peace, little Tilda. You were much loved and will be missed.
RIP sweet Tito (Summer 2008 - January 17th 2013).
You are missed and never will be forgotten.
Oh Star, I'm so sorry to hear about Tilda. Your tribute to her was lovely. Reading about her effect on your lives brought me to tears, and my heart aches for you my dear. You naturally have my deepest sympathies and sincerest condolences for your loss. Please don't hesitate to PM me if you need to talk, or cry, or vent.
Rest in piece sweet Tilda. Your heartwarming coos will be forever remembered. Fly high and free!
Just this side of Heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When a bird dies that has been especially close to someone here, that bird goes to the Rainbow Bridge.
At the Rainbow Bridge there are meadows and hills and beautiful trees of all kinds where all our special friends can fly and climb, hang and flap, hop and run, jump and play, squawk and squeal and sing together.
There is plenty of good food, including grapes and peanuts, ice cream and cheese, spaghetti and especially lots of pizza. There is crystal clear water in brooks and springs are filled with water as well as every kind of delicious fresh fruit juice.
One warm spring even runs full of the coffee they can now drink their fill of without hearing a single no-no. There is lots of glorious sunshine, and sweet warm rain when they want it and our friends are warm and comfortable and totally at peace.
All the birds who had been ill or old are restored to health and vigor and to their natural incredible beauty. Their feathers shine, their wing feathers are whole, and their eyes gleam once again with vitality.
Those who were hurt or maimed or ignored or broken-hearted are made whole and strong and free of fear again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days gone by.
The birds are happy and content..... except for one small thing - they each miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind when the bird returned home. Still they all fly and play happily and safely and noisily together - even the grouchiest greys and orneriest senegals, the tiniest finches and the grandest macaws.
But the day comes for each bird when he suddenly stops and looks far into the distance. His body freezes and his bright eyes are intent as he watches and listens in silence. Suddenly he begins to fly from the group, soaring over the green grass, his wings flapping harder and harder!
You have been spotted - and he shrieks to you and then calls your name and his own and cries again and again and as he rushes toward you.
When you and your bird finally meet, you cling to each other in joyous reunion, knowing you will never be parted again.
Your face and your fingers - and even your toes - are covered with beak nibbles and soft ecstatic kisses. Your hair is preened by that special beak, and his head bends under your fingers to invite your touch. Your hands again find their way under beloved wings, to caress the downy softness beneath.
You look once more into the trusting eyes of your companion-so long gone from your physical life on earth, but never for an instant absent from your heart.
Your tears of joy are gently brushed away by those beloved wings... and feeling immersed once more in total contentment and love, you and your beloved companion cross the Rainbow Bridge together.
Thank you for my wonderful signature Deb!!!
RIP Pepper, Peatri, Holly, Mini, and Quarty