The One That Got Away

- Totu the baby *kisses*

Life is unpredictable. One moment you’re laughing away without a care in the world and the next you’re crying yours eyes out.

I lost a very precious bird today. I lost my 5 year old Indian Ringneck parrot today. I loved him a great deal, he was my loyal companion, my lovely tiny comrade who knew all my secrets.

I loved that little green creature so much that anything else was dull in comparison. I adored him to the extent that I once nicknamed a dear friend Mithu, associated with my bird. Totu – my Indian Ringneck was special, he was unique in his own way. He was one of a kind in his peculiar ways.

He cared for me a great deal and I know this even without the fact that he couldn’t speak or express himself clearly. Animals are at times far more significant than some human connections. Totu was that for me, he picked me up when I was down, he walked over to me every time I got sad, he could sense my pain.

For some, he might just be a “common” household Pakistani/Sub-Continental Desi – parrot, but for me, (even though I have another exotic parrot and I adore him) he was the best friend anyone could ever have. It doesn’t matter what breed or specie an animal is, what matters is the bond. Adopting strays is as rewarding as getting a pedigreed or exotic pet.

I have always been the sort of person who mourns the departing of animals. It is often scorned upon and laughed at in our society but I have seldom cared about what the world deems normal. Love is love, in its truest, rawest, purest form – when it’s unconditional, it’s love. This post is dedicated to the memory of my bird – he will forever be cherished.

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