Today I lost a friend. Jocko, the little blue parakeet who's been my constant companion here in my home office throughout my work day, died of old age (he was 8). He'd been slowing down lately, and tonight I noticed him fading and was able to say goodbye before he passed away.
It's funny how the little guy has left such a hole here in my home and in my heart. He would sing and chatter to me throughout the day, scold the cat when she stalked near his cage, and he never failed to lift my spirits if I was feeling down.
Rest well, Jocko. I'll miss you.
