Felix

I awoke this morning, and for the first time since the death of my beloved pet cockatiel, Felix, I fried an egg.  While this may not seem like a remarkable event to most people, for me it was yet another alteration of my usual daily routines that reminded me a good friend was no longer with me. See, Felix loved scrambled eggs.  
On many mornings at the sound of the first cracking shell, she would emerge from her egg laying nest (an old Diet Pepsi box), fly to the top of the cupboard next to the stove, then promptly land on my shoulder, letting me know that she had first dibs.  As anyone who has lost a valued pet knows, it's the simple routines you shared with your pet that you miss the most. I also miss the noises she used to make.  
Who knows how many times I told her to be quiet when she squawked at the top of her little lungs letting me know it was time for me to stop whatever I was doing and pet her, or in the mornings the second I awoke-I swear she could hear me roll over in bed. When I returned home in the afternoons, I could always count on a loud and boisterous welcome from my friend, Felix.  Ironic how much I miss that noise now. She was a sweet, warm and colorful personality that will be missed deeply. Felix, may all your eggs hatch  in heaven, where I hope to see you again someday-and until then don't forget to visit me in my dreams...

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