Dewey was my white dove that i inherited from my sister, Chris.
Dewey was a beautiful white dove that I inherited from my sister, Chris.
He was sweet and kind and always coo-ed in greeting. He bowed and coo-eed. What I found amazing was that he liked to cuddle. He would land on my lap, when I was in the recliner, and waddle up to my neck and tuck his head up to my neck and coo and flutter his little wings. Coo , coo, coo. He did that for as long as he sat there. He was just happy to be near me.
Sometimes, while he was sitting on my shoulder , he would do this weird little shuffle with his feet and dance for me. Then of course, he would migrate toward the neck and cuddle and coo and flutter his little wings. It was sweet and funny. I actually fell in love with that little bird.
I had him from the time my sister died in February 2018 until January 2019. He died of a brain tumor ( the vet said, even though they did no tests or x rays etc. ) OR, maybe a thiamine deficiency, or it could have been heavy metal poison. The vet really had no idea, but gave him a shot of thiamine and antibiotics. I guess it was worth a try, but the result was still death in the end.
Apparently, Dewey was quite old. He belonged to my brother, Bill at one time. Then he ended up with my sister , Karen for awhile. Then finally, he was with my sister Chris for many years. I never thought having a bird as a pet was anything I would consider, but when Chris died, she was worried about her pets, and I wanted to make sure Dewey, who was hard to place, had a safe and good home. I knew Chris loved him to pieces.
I cuddled and held dewey every night and let him fly around for the first month i had him. I talked to him about Chris and told him how much she loved him, but she had to leave him. I told him she didn't want to leave him but she had to, or else she would be the one holding and petting him , not me. As each month went by Dewey and I grew closer. He made me laugh so hard I would cry. I would sing to him and he would sing to me. He would cheer me up when I was down with his goofy dance thing he would do. He was always there to cuddle and talk to .
I only realized later, that I wasn't helping Dewey feel better, he was helping me. By keeping him for Chris, I was honoring her memory and wishes. But, because I was gifted with Dewey, It helped me tremendously in dealing with the loss of my sister . Dewey was her gift to help me heal. I felt close to her when i fussed and worried about him and cared for him. Talking to him about her to him helped work through some of my feelings and grief. I still have a way to go with that, but Dewey helped me more than I probably know.
Dewey died about 18 days short of my sister's one year death anniversary. He is buried in my backyard under my beautiful pine tree near my garden. Thank you Dewey for all of your love and help. Thank you Chris for your beautiful pet bird.
I now GET why you loved him so much. I love and miss you very much. God bless you. i hope you are happy and can enjoy Dewey again. I know you are both in heaven together flying around with your beautiful white wings.