Post by chiprockskip on Apr 2, 2018 14:26:38 GMT
Hello Chip's 4 years now and it still seems like yesterday. A few bits of news though none of it really good. Things didn't quite work out with the new girlfriend, i broke one of my toes and part of my foot in training so still no 3rd Dan. I'll get it one day. D'you remember how i used to say to you before i went training come on little mate give me some luck and you used to jump on my finger and rub your little head on my thumb. And you'd wait for me to come home, i'd so look forward to it knowing you'd be sat on the edge of the settee ready to fly up on my finger and welcome me back and later when you got older and could no longer grip well and flying was getting hard you'd wait at your cage door then run up my arm where my arm was wider and you didn't need to grip. It made me sad noticing these little changes seeing you slowly growing older. Your flights grew shorter until you no longer flew to me, you just get as close as you could and wait for me to pick you up. But your happy little spirit never faded. You never gave in and together we found a way. Even if i had to carry you round the house with me, We'd put the washing away, clean up, even cook meals together what a team eh. And if any of the food looked interesting you'd risk a trip down to my hand to sample it, grated carrot was one favorite and you liked to stick your beak in my apple and pear cordial. Sometimes we'd be off upstairs to look out of the spare room window, i upended a CD rack and made you a tower for you to sit on. I'd be on the end of the bed and you next to me on your tower together we'd talk and watch the people walking dogs or running and playing on the field outside. You'd sometimes give the double chirp to any small birds passing by. I miss that, your towers still there and silly old fool me has stuck your picture on it. So you still look out onto the field you so loved.
I try not to think of your last day with me, it all went wrong, the blood on the floor, the mad rush to the vets in a taxi, the fact i left you alone and never got chance to say good bye.
Instead i try although it's hard to remember the day before as our last, i took you up to our window, you sat on your tower we spent a couple of hours there. I knew you where going to the vets for your operation the next day. You looked old and so tired you where eleven after all.I thimk we both knew that you might not come home. I remember what i said to you that day and i hope you do too. I said "Chippy Chip's remember no matter what happens tomorrow you are the most extraordinary good and loyal friend i could ever ask for. You have been loved, i love you your Mum loves you, Janet loves you and Rocky and Skipper love you.And if you don't come back you will never be alone because you will take part of me with you and i will keep part of you in my heart so don't be afraid little mate because no matter everything will be alright"
One day Chippy we'll meet again and i'll say "told you" and i'll see those feathers rise on your head once more and everything will be well.
Until then Chips love you and miss you
