RIP Lori the Lorikeet. · 10:55am Apr 10th, 2015
During the bushfires, we rescued a young lorikeet we named Lori. In a matter of days he worked his way into our hearts and quickly became a part of the family. We all loved him, and he loved us. Even the dog; his best friend. The two were inseperable.
Lori had a one-of-a-kind personality. Always playing, always finding something new to do with his toys. If he saw us coming, he'd run across his cage to meet us, often tripping flat on his face because he was a clumsy little thing.
He'd wake me up in the morning with his screeching and chirping, and the second the cage was open he'd be on my hand looking for cuddles, or climbing the outside of his cage to get to face-height for a chat.
I'll never forget the first time I was scratching his back and he rolled over, screeching at me until I rubbed his tummy instead. He loved it, and it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. He always did it, rolling over so he could attack my hand while I gave him scratchies, chirping and growling the whole time. Or he'd flare his wings out so I could get to his sides; he always enjoyed that, and it got the cutest chirps from him.
Sometimes I wondered if he thought he was a dog or something. He'd bury his face in my hand and just chirp away, content to be snuggled. Or he'd scale his cage and sit on top of it, growling and chasing me. He loved holding my hand, too. If he wanted attention, one claw would always be wrapped around my finger until he was happy.
Oh, and he loved the dog. Absolutely loved him, and the feeling was mutual. Lori would sit on the door to his cage and groom the dog's paws or face, and the dog would nose at him and guard him the entire time.
Feeding times were always fun. I'd give him a bowl of pureed fruit and bring in some flowers, he'd attack my hand and and demand cuddles before eating. There wasn't a mean bone in his body; he was the birdy incarnation of love.
Sadly, we've had a few days of really cold weather, and it was too much for him. His last few hours were spent in a warm box with us talking to him. A few minutes ago, he let out one final cry... and died.
Here's to you, Lori. The best birdy mate I could ever ask for. Rest in peace; you will be missed.
Oh, my condolences.
2967753 At least he's not suffering anymore, and he'd had a happy few months with us.
I'm just gonna cry myself to sleep now; I really loved that bird.
Ooh, Cascade, sweetheart; I'm so terribly sorry to hear this dear. I know what it's like to lose a beloved pet, though I use the term pet loosely because they easily become so much more than that. Time mends the wounded heart, Cascade, and so do friends. I'll do my best to be here for you, school work be damned.
aw ;_;
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I had a good cry last night, and it really helped. I'm not so depressed today, and I can think of him with a smile.
He'll be buried under his favorite bush, the one with the flowers he loved eating.
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Well, that's good.