My dearest Samantha B.,

It hasn’t even been 48 hours but I can’t believe you are gone. It happened so quick but I’m glad I was with you. I want to walk downstairs and see you perched on the door of the “big cage”, but if I go down it will just be empty and quiet. Your food is still in the dish. I try to imagine you sitting quietly on the perch behind me, but I know you aren’t. I miss you so much. When you flew over the rainbow bridge you took my heart with you. I wish I could sing you our song one more time while giving you scritchies- “Sometimes the B. stands for beautiful, and sometimes the B. is for boisterous, and sometimes the B. is just for b*tchy, Samantha B. Bird.” Really, the B. stood for best friend. I miss you and hope that when my time to leave comes you’ll be there to greet me. I love you always my dear friend.

Love,

Your human Chris