Tribute
Tribute
Max, my domestic partner for 13 years, passed away today. We were perfect companions. Gladly, I gave him my home; he gave me loyalty and life. After years living alone, rising each morning to the soundless void of an empty house, I met Max in a downtown shop.
Instantly, we knew each had something to give the other. Max desperately needed a home. And he was an escape from my maze of loneliness.
It took Max time to trust me, but he learned I loved him. And eventually our love bloomed to a mutual caressing affection. His kisses were few but always real. I will miss them.
I will miss most Max's singing. Every morning, he woke me with his happy voice singing above the din of loneliness, reminding me I was special.
Not on Earth or in Heaven will there ever be a more lovely and loyal parakeet as Max.
I'm sorry, Tom. I'll raise a toast to Max. I'm sure he had a great life, and is singing somewhere.
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Nah. He's not singing anywhere. We ate him. Ever had parakeet? Tastes like chicken.
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Did you save a drumstick for me?
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Honey! Are there any leftovers from Max? What? Oh. My wife says she already used everything in last night's soup. I wondered why it was so perky.
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