You were small in size, but your presence filled the room in ways only a little soul with wings could manage.
Three years feels too short for everything you gave: the laughter when you sang, the quiet comfort when you perched close, the gentle curiosity in your eyes that made the world feel softer.
Your colours may have been blue and white, but the emotions you brought into this home were every shade of joy—unexpected, bright, tender, and irreplaceable.
You had a way of becoming family, not just a pet. A heartbeat with feathers, a companion with personality, stubbornness, mischief, and love.
The silence now feels strange, as if the air is waiting to hear your chirps again. But somewhere beyond our understanding—somewhere kinder—you fly without pain, without struggle, your wings light and free. That thought doesn’t erase the ache, but it softens it.
You mattered. You were cherished.
And love like that doesn’t end with a final breath—it simply changes form.
So fly high, little one.
Carry our love with you across the rainbow sky.
And if souls remember—remember this:
You were adored.
You made a difference.
You will always be missed
Mom dad
