Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Michael...R.I.P.


We woke up this morning to unusual sound of quite.
No chirping I thought.
Then I made a bad move by asking Jane to check on the birds.
Her heart was heavy as she came wandering in the kitchen.

"I think Michael is dead because he is sleeping at the bottom of the cage"

Sure enough, I discovered that it was true, Michael had passed on.

"Jane, now he will have fun when he gets to heaven" Ollie said.

"He is already there" Jane answered back.

"What do you think he is doing?" Ollie wondered out loud. "Poor Sara, she is alone again.
Can we get a new one today, and this time I am going to name him Jack."
Everything is Jack. Jack the bird, Jack the car, Jack the dog, and sometimes even he calls himself Jack.
(All inspired by his favorite cousin Jack in Arizona.)

The girls left to school deciding on where to bury Michael.

Michael is in a plastic bag on the kitchen table.

Michael, R.I.P.