I've been dreading having to come up with a clever post this week. Not only has my normal mostly witty sense of humor gone on an extended vacation as of late, but I also said goodbye to my little cockatiel buddy, Muko, who passed away on Wednesday. Muko made it to the relatively ripe old age of 20 and had lived with me for 10 years.
It's been a tough couple of days... but I take comfort in knowing that he didn't die alone, but in the hands of my husband who he always preferred anyway, so I guess that was fitting. I'll spare you the details, but when I came home from work to see the cage gone, I immediately knew. This wasn't my first bird loss...
Mr. Latchkey sweetly cleaned out the cage and put it in the basement before I got home. Muko is currently on ice waiting for the spring thaw so we can give him a proper burial. Even though Mr. LKW was hoping for more of a Viking-style send off - my mom wondered if it would smell like chicken. My family is sick.
Anyone who has had the pleasure of owning a pet bird knows you come to enjoy their musical talents even if they're just squawking away in their cage. My house is eerily quiet now. There is no constant chitter-chatter to drown out the dog snoring in the corner. There will be no singing along to any whistly commercial that comes on TV. Muko was a better watch dog than the dog. He would alert me to a visitor before they even got out of their car. My mom once said when I called her, she would hear the bird before I ever said anything.
His talents included singing "We Wish You A Merry Christmas" at any time of year. And he only knew that one line to whistle... over and over again. If you moved your index fingers like an orchestra conductor, he would dance on his perch while he whistled the song. He also wouldn't hesitate to tell you he was a "pretty bird." But my favorite thing was the way he would tilt his head to the side and chatter at me like he was telling me all about his day... that's what I'll miss most.
So raise your glass and toast Muko... he was a pretty bird. And thanks for giving me a place to express my grief.
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