I haven’t written about my two birds nearly as much as I should have been, or will in the future. They are amazing little creatures, with such personality and passion for whatever they do – something I try to take a lesson from every day.
This morning, I found my younger bird, Loki, passed away in his sleep cage. He just turned three years old 2 months ago, and I was looking forward to watching him grow and mature over the next 20 years.
Needless to say, my husband and I are in a state of shock – we have taken the day off of work, in order to get his body to the vet for a necropsy, and our other bird, Taz there as well for blood work, in case Loki died of something contagious. I’ve spent most of the morning grieving for my little monster, and now I’ve decided to celebrate his short little life, by making a post about him.
Loki is the name of the Norse god of mischief. It definitely fit our little guy – he was assertive, curious, stubborn, happy, and had a zeal for life that could not be matched. If you were in his ‘inner circle’, you got to be in the presence of a creature that knew how to live it up, and made sure nobody stopped him. If you were not one of the lucky few who was able to see this side of him, you saw the territorial, defensive Loki, always ready to defend his little world, and those who resided within it. He was a terror and a sweetheart all in one.
Loki loved to be everywhere his flock was – that would be Taz, my husband, and myself. God forbid if you left him behind; you’d pay for it later. Loki was affectionate on his own terms, and gave love nips to those he cared about endlessly; to the point that you would have to beg him to stop, they would start to hurt so much. He loved to be swung through the air while holding onto your fingers, like a ferris wheel gone out of control. He’d sing to his favourite tune on the radio, and growl like a little lion if you tried to steal his food away.
Our home will not be the same without him, but I will cherise every single memory I have -both good and bad. You can not truly enjoy another being unless you fully accept the good with the bad, and for some, Loki’s bad may have outweighed the good, but for us, he was perfectly Loki.
We’ll meet one day again, Loki, at the rainbow bridge. Until then, you will forever be in our hearts.