Not Goodbye

Not Goodbye Max was my bird. He lived to be almost nine years old. When he was young, Max was very playful. He would sit on my shoulder and bob his head up and down. He even played with our cat! The backyard was his whole world. He would sit in the window and watch the other birds all day. One day, I woke up and brought Max his water. He wasn't sitting on his perch. He was lying on the bottom of the cage. My great friend Max was gone. It was very hard. But I knew that he had a good and long life. We decided to bury him in the backyard. Now he is part of that little world he loved so much.

It makes me feel better to know that Max is still with us in a way. He is back with nature in our backyard. We will never have to say goodbye.