Today is March 3, 2010 (3/3/3 = 9 = completion, an end of a cycle)
Today our pet bird (a wild finch that domesticated itself by moving in with us when the door was open and stayed for the past 16 months) died. Yesterday, with all doors closed the cat managed to push open the back porch door and get inside. It was obvious they were on the hunt for Puffle as I found little feathers scattered about the house and his over turned water dish upstairs. We searched and searched and couldn't find him. Yet, I thought I heard his chirp a few times. I sat down at the computer and several minutes later he flew onto my shoulder to nestle under the coller of my sweatshirt. He spent the rest of the evening there and a bit of time on the keyboard where it was the warmest nestled up close to the screen. Needless to say keeping bird alive with 5 cats has been quite a challenge over this entire period of time as each had to take turns as to freedom in the house.
Bird was amazing. The stories of Bird are numerous and his antics both entertaining and annoying. He would fly around with discarded tea bags dropping them on the carpet or kleenex off to build a nest on one of the kitchen shelves. When protecting him from the cats he lived in our bathroom and would take showers with us often sitting on top of our heads. His bed was between a towel hanging on the shower curtain rod. He would often spread his legs out into a split so he could bob his head out to peek and see what we were up to after he had retired to his bed at night. He always knew what everybody was doing and always on the lookout. Bird was extraordinary and had an enormous presence. Ironically he showed up a few months after a close older friend had died and I often wondered about this coincidence as folks often ask about this.
Last night I took him up to his towel .m and he seemed okay but my husband was concerned because he mentioned that bird hadn't been chirping. During the night my husband would check on bird. At 1 am he was okay and again and 3 am he was still alive, but at 4 a.m. his little body was lying on the floor. So bird died on 3/3/3 at around 3:30 a.m. His life with us and our life with him came to a completion. We think he lived with us because he was getting ready for a human life and that today he is moving onto a new life. We loved bird and will miss him. And with all things in this life his time with us came to an end but his presence lives on.
We too are sad but for different reasons. Yet, I suspect that B&K are also dealing with the energies of 3/3/3 = 9 completion. By the way, the hour at my house, coincidently is 3:00 p.m.