Goodbye Mintie

This morning I discovered my little feathered friend, Mintie, the peach face parrot, dead in his cage.

I'm not sure how old Mintie was, but I estimate that he was at least 16 years old. He died quietly and peacefully in his sleep.

He was always a cheerful little creature that chirped and danced around his cage. No cat we've ever owned has gotten the better of him. Neither have any of the dogs. Mintie was one to hold his own in the arena of prey and predator. He always came out the winner.

I'm going to miss his cheery chirps around this house for quite a long while. He sleeps now, out in the garden beneath some nice native daisies.

It's been a pleasure having your company and your friendship for so many years, Mintie.

May your spirit fly free, little Mintie.

Be all you were meant to be.

Go in peace with my love.