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» Friday, June 01, 2007
His Last Journey
"...The way your smile just beams,
The way you sing off key,
The way you haunt my dreams—
No, no, they can't take that away from me..."
One correction, though. Pidgie never did sing off-key.

I remember the way he would crane his little neck looking for food whenever he saw us chewing...how he perched on top of the big hinge on the door at the Towneplace Suites in Chantilly...how he'd kiss and kiss when he wanted something...perching up on the curtain rods at "Grandma's house"...singing in his carry box while riding in the car (and attracting the curious at rest areas)...his making love to "Girlfriend" and sleeping fluffed up singing to himself...the way he pecked at the button in back of his cage...his tossing "Girlfriend" off the sofa tray...or his toys off the top of the cage (and into the open carry box)...coming forward to get a kiss...trying to press "pleats" in James' shirt with his beak...the way we'd watch the wild birdies together...

He lies next to a maple tree now, with a maple leaf gently laid over him.
No, no, they can't take that away from me—
They can't take that away from me..."

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