Rosies Happy Life

XM radio tuned to acoustic music. Something about acoustic on a quiet Sunday morning that I love. Just need another cup a coffee.

 

 

Today the clocks turn back. Everyone gets to sleep an hour more, except for me. I fell asleep last nite early. My body has an internal clock that gets me up no matter what time it is. So here I am, blogging at five in the morning. Something tells me I'm going to be napping this afternoon.

I scrapped the other day. It was a page about Rosie, I didn't cry, just smiled at the memories. I will always miss him.

His cage is still in my dining room. I have flowers and leaves and candles in it.  I don't think I would ever us it for another feathered friend tho which makes it a little sad.

since my Rosie has gone. I still miss him so very much. He's buried under the Japanese Maple in the back yard. It's a beautiful spot where birds sing. I used to feed the birds but I can't find the bird seed bells I used to buy. I don't want to get the loose seed, then I have to buy a feeder.

I was looking at pictures of him, I get weepy when I think of him. I wish he was still here with me.

 

I still miss him so much.

 

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My Rosie passed away on May 18, 2007. It was quick, we thought we would have him around for many years.

Rosie made our family happy and we loved him very, very much.

His sweet disposition brought smiles, even on the days when we didn't feel like smiling much.

He will be missed, but his sweet songs will forever be in our hearts.

Rest in peace Rosie. I'm sure you're in heaven making the angels happy.

I love the springtime. It's sunnier in my cage and I can sit by the window and not get cold.

Megan always feeds me apples,carrots and pears. I'd like to have some chocolate but it's supposed to be bad for me.

Someone needs to update my pictures because I have gotten older looking. I'm a very handsome bird, especially after a bath and my feathers get all fluffed up from the blowdryer.

 

My feathers are falling out on the side of my head and Megan laughs at my bald spot.  I've got some pinnies tho so I'll be back to my handsome birdie self very soon. (Either that or all my feathers will fall out and you can call me baldie!!)