My parents’ lovebird, Pip, was found dead Saturday night. He would have been eight in December.
Pip was the first lovebird I ever knew, and the only one I’d ever spent a long amount of time with. Before I met him, I never would have thought a bird could have a personality. Pip was clever and sociable. He had an odd habit of climbing into my sleeve when I wore T-shirts. He loved almonds and disliked stuffed animals.
It will be strange to visit my parents and not see (or hear) him.
Farewell, Pip. I hope your last days were comfortable.