Today I said goodbye to a dear friend, his name was George. At least, that is what I
called him. You see, George was a peacock. A friendly neighborhood guy that
wandered onto my property about a year ago. The neighbor down the road from
us has some peacocks. Four of them, two male Peacocks & two female Pea hens.
George was isolated from the group & decided to come here to live. This is why I
called him "Lonesome George" Many a days he would stand by the back door &
peer into the house, looking bright eyed at us. He would walk the grounds, often
rooting through my garden for food. When I called him, he would come running to
me, much like a dog. He became very tame and a fixture here at Wilsong.
A couple of days ago I noticed he was standing around & looked puffed up. I
attributed this to him going through the molting stage. On Wednesday morning
though, George was not outside. Later that day he still had not come around. I felt
strongly that something was wrong. Thursday still no sign of George. I looked for
him all day. I prayed he was not hurt. I was really worried. Maybe he went back
home. Then Friday morning came along and I looked out the window and I saw a
male peacock out by the pond walking. I was so excited.
Was this George? I opened my front door and saw that there was 3 peacocks. The
neighbors peacocks. Where's George? Was he with them? No, just the 3 of them.
At that moment I knew something was wrong. Later that day, the Peahens
wandered off. The male peacock stayed. I started looking for the hens it was then, I
found George. He was under the brush on the side of the kennel building. He
looked to have quietly died there. I got my answer. I had asked for a sign, a answer
to where my friend had gone & God sent me my answer.
I miss my friend. I know it sounds crazy to miss a bird, but I had grown so fond of
him. I keep telling myself that all my pets are gifts from God. And that they are on
loan to us. They will all leave us at some point. We need to take the time to love
them, enjoyed their company and cherish all the time they spend with us.
Then we need to let them go.
Goodbye my sweet George. I miss you. I can still see you at the back door.
| Goodbye George |
| Sept 17, 2010 |
