Dedicated to Loonie

Loonie was my very special pearled, yellow-cheek cockatiel — much too young to go.

In her memory, I share a piece a good friend shared with me the day of her passing


Waiting At Heaven’s Gate
s you travel toward the light of heaven you’ll find a marvelous place at the entrance called “Heaven’s Gate.”

When a beloved pet bird dies, they wait at Heaven’s Gate.

There are grassy fields, trees and hills for all of our special friends so they can fly and play together. Budgies, Lories, Amazons and Macaws are there. Cockatiels, African Greys, Senegals and Cockatoos, too. Every type of bird imaginable exists here in harmony with all others.

Food, water and sunshine are abundant, and our friends are happy and healthy.

All the birds who had been ill and aged are once again youthful and healthy; those who were hurt or maimed are no longer in pain and all are whole again, just as they were before their injuries. Every feather is bright and perfectly in place.

The birds are happy and fly free, except for one small thing: they each long for that special someone for whom they are waiting.

They all fly and play together, but the day comes when one bird suddenly flies to the highest perch and looks off into the distance. Her bright eyes glisten. Her wings begin to flutter. She begins to fly from the group, soaring over the grass and trees, her wings carrying her faster and faster.

You have been sighted, and you and your bird are joyously reunited, never again to be parted. The happy kisses cover your face; your hands again caress that beloved head and skritch the neck, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your bird, who was absent from your life but never out of your thoughts.

Together you pass through Heaven’s Gate together and soar above the clouds….

Adapted by Bill Jenkins

Sheila, thank you for sharing your story

Sibylle Faye