5.11.2010

Fly with the angels now, Pierre.

When I was little, I had a bird. She hung from a cage in the middle of my room. One night I thought I would leave my window open. It was winter. I was a really weird little girl and I remember thinking.."I will be remembered as The Girl Who Sleeps in the Winter With Her Window Open." I think I had just watched 'Dancing With Wolves' and was thinking of Wind in his Hair. In the morning I found my bird with her feathers puffed up in the corner of her cage. My sister Mandi put her on the heater to bring her back to life. It didn't work. Now I am remembered as the idiot sister who left the window open in the winter and killed our pet bird--of about 2 weeks.

This Christmas Aubri gave me a bird as a surprise for Christmas! Misti named him Pierre. He was a good little guy. He got sick about 10 days ago. We had been diligently nursing him to health. Keeping him under warm lights, feeding him with a dropper. I finally decided to take him to the vet. They gave him a shot of fluids. He looked real bad. They rushed him back to get him on "oxygen," then sadly walked out and said "he's gone."

So I invited over his best friends. We lit candles and wrapped him up and put him in a box.
Then we paraded out to the garden and dug a little grave while his favorite song was playing.



Brian said, "fly with the angels now, Pierre." And we put some flowers on his grave.
We will miss him. He was sweet.


8 comments:

McKell said...

I just wanted to offer my condolences. Just curious what was Pierre's favorite song? I want to make a mix tape to remember him by: You are the wind beneath my wings? I'm like a bird? Art City Eagles school song?

Rowan looks like a total pyro in the candle pic.

I like your hair.

wild murdocks said...

The services were lovely. You were so thoughtful and really gave Pierre a nice send off.

I'm sorry the boys made all sorts of annoying wax messes after the candlelight procession. I hope it didn't ruin the spirit of the meeting.

Au revoir, Pierre

Laurie Bingham said...

oh Ash, I saw a comment on facebook that he had died. Too bad we never got to meet him:(

You and Alina look like twins. Remember when everyone thought WE were sisters?

Anonymous said...

I was just thinking the other day about how your froze your bird to death. How serindipidious. I love how in all of the pictures you are trying not to smile. I am sorry for the little guy, but it did give me a good laugh...is that wrong??

miranda said...

I want to offer my condolences as well, such a tragedy. I've heard you had quite the week with pet trama. Do I need to turn you guys in to the Humane Society?

Newty said...

Devastating News. I never knew pierre, didn't even know you had a bird but now Todd will forever be known by his Ute name "One who makes strange faces while burying dead bird in his backyard in somewhat Black Magicesque ceremonies involving tribal youth" It's kind of a mouth full at first but you'll get used to it. Pierre, this notes for you, " soaring soaring high, the art city eagles, climbing climbing high, as the eagles take command, taking on the pledge to reach for tomorrow, by working, by learning, achieving, succeeding, as the eagles, as only the eagles can"

"Soar on Pierre, Soar on!

creed said...

Love Todds WTF are we doing look!

me said...

I can't wait until Pierre gets dug up and becomes Tuk's favorite toy!