Saturday morning I found Kiwi at the bottom of the cage. "Kiwi? Kiwi?" I opened the cage and took out his body. I cradled it in my hands. I went to mom's room and said, "Mommy, Kiwi is gone," and just started to cry. That morning we buried him in a Sony box, resting him on top of some bubble wrap. A seashell marks his grave.
Rest in peace Kiwi. You were an awesome bird and a good friend. I wish I could have been with you longer, 5 years didn't seem long enough. I'm so sorry the kitten we brought home took some of my attention away from you. I was worried about your safety. I still loved you dearly. I still love you. I'll never forget you. Fly high in heaven Kiwi, never forget me either.