by Arlene Millman Millman
Prana Bird, my handsome blue and gold macaw, celebrated his twenty-third birthday on January 29th, 2003. He played with his wooden chew toys, ate with gusto, and appeared to be the picture of health. He glowed with happiness, blushing for me, as always.
I am heartbroken to announce that I lost him on the evening of March 2nd. A necropsy was performed the following day, revealing the cause of death to be an aneurysm of the right heart auricle. It was immediate, and he never knew what hit him. The following is a poem I wrote, after receiving the results of the necropsy. Prana's demise is shocking, and the pain is very fresh. But, perhaps this poem will help somebody else who has suddenly lost a cherished pet.
PRANA BIRD
Last night, I lost my very first bird,
He departed Earth, without a word
Just twenty-three years, and in his prime
How I wish for just a little more time.
Time to share in life's simple pleasures
Sweet memories, I'll always treasure
Bonds of love, so strong and steady
Why did you leave? I was not ready.
Prana Bird, you lived up to your name
Jubilant, zany and semi-tame
Smart as a whip, bright as a penny
Your flawless speech astounded many.
Glossy blue feathers, a deep gold chest
A regal macaw, you were the best
Prana means energy, from the Sun
You and the Universe, are now one.
Sadly,
Arlene Millman
author of BOOMERANG - A MIRACLE TRILOGY (The tale of a remarkable Boston Terrier)