by Georgia McBride
Echo, my gold-capped Conure died today. It hasn’t yet been a month since I had him and we became best friends. I loved this bird so much, but, I feel like saying how much I loved him doesn’t begin to express how I feel/felt. I went to lunch–a lunch I didn’t even want to go to–and returned to find him strangled in his cage by a stray string from his sleeper. I could not believe my eyes. I started screaming and ran from the cage in hysteria. My 3-year-old son kept asking me if I was OK and if Echo was OK. My husband tried to revive him but he must have been like that for some time. Nothing could be done. Echo was such a calm bird, a funny and loving bird–not at all like the loud, annoying parrots you hear about. All he wanted was to snuggle and be on me. He hated to be away from me. I admit to spending hours typing with one hand and holding Echo with the other. We understood one another. He had just started going through his first molt. I was so proud of Echo too. He was a quick learner. I’d taught him to spread one wing out on command. I hate myself for what happened to Echo. I hope he knows how much I loved him.