Because of THE CYBER SERIAL BULLIES I find the truth must be known and published to protect my birds here in my home and elsewhere.
Eleven years later, after the fact, I'm telling my suffering with the tragedy that happen to me and my two year old RoseBreasted Cockatoo,RoseBud. And TO DEFEND my birds BECAUSE OF THE DIRECT ATTACKS FROM THE SERIAL BULLIES ON INTERNET GROUPS with statements NOT THE TRUTH.
Guardian Angels In 1996, Three and half years after the put down of my RoseBreasted Cockatoo , I wrote on rec.pets.birds my response to a person who asked the question below. (You can read rec.pets.birds archives by clicking link ).
In memory of my two year old Rose Breast Cockatoo (RoseBud-1991 -1993 her histopathology report that Texas AM- Richard Schubot by Grham. <This link's target cannot be found> Under direction from Dr. Clubb, I fed HI-VI vitamins 1/2 ml to RoseBud DAILY on her food OVER a period of FOUR MONTHS by written instructions from Dr. Susan Club. The Hi-Vite Drops (picture to the left) vitamins were sold to me by Dr. Clubb along with her written instructions to administer the vitamins. You can see invoices and pictures on links. Dr. Susan Clubb put down Rose Bud with my permission with the SCARE of her diagnose of PDD. The Histopathology RESULTS NO PDD. the vitamins did the number on RoseBud. YES, I DO HAVE THIS BOTTLE OF WHICH WAS SOLD TO ME BY DR. CLUBB as well, invoices and bill of sale with directions.
Out of the pain I wrote below on rec.pets.birds and the good that came out of that pain was my dedication for education within our bird breeding community.
>consider the reason themselves and their birds ever came to join in >relationship on this earth. >
>Do you ever think about it? It's a profound thought actually, >considering the similarities between their intelligence and ours. >Exciting!
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and I wrote this again in 1998 WINGS
I have come to the conclusion, they are my
* in disguise.
(only because they don't look familiar to me) smile.
Through my bird's death, I felt
pain*, with pain, I became
humble*. Seeing my babies heart beating in the egg, I recognized
responsibility* with the sense of
creating* a live baby. With the
desire* of wanting to incubate an egg, came
dependence* on my higher being. Through
restless* nights with a sick baby, came a
spirit of God*, ... a
found deliverance* with the
healing* of the baby.
celebration of life
My Guardian have brought forth in me:
Celebration of Life
My wings of joy (birds) are the Spirits of my God, directing and inciting me
in the development of my *being* (human) with an episodic passion for this
earth and the creatures of God.
Author, Cherane Pefley
"I would find it difficult to believe that God, in His infinite wisdom and love, would allow any of us to feel so much love and affection for these little guys without offering us the promise of reuniting one day."
Birds in Heaven: the St. Francis story
St. Francis of Assisi loved all the birds and animals of the world. They were his special charges. Daily he would sit in the garden and the birds would perch on his shoulders , the squirrels would cuddle on his lap. The rabbits and foxes and the animals of the forest would sit at his feet. All the animals adored him. St. Francis was especially fond of a small bird who would sit in his window and wake him in the morning with his sweet song. In the evening the little bird would again sit in the window and his sweet song would lull St. Francis to sleep.
Each day St. Francis would save the crumbs from his breakfast for his good friend, the little bird. The little bird would accompany St. Francis on his daily chores and would cheer him up with a song when St. Francis seemed sad. The little bird would sing with joy when St. Francis smiled.
One day the little bird went to the window to waken his friend with a son, only to find that St. Francis was not there. Puzzled, the little bird asked of the squirrels "Where is our good friend?" The squirrels did not know. The little bird asked of the rabbits "Where is our good friend?" The rabbits did not know. Then the little bird asked the wisest of creatures…the owl. "Where is our good friend?" The owl looked sadly on the little bird and said "He has gone to join his father." The little bird smiled and said "Then I shall go and join him also!" The owl told the little bird "No, my little friend. St. Francis has gone to Heaven. Only humans can go to heaven. You must stay here
on the earth with us."
The little bird drooped his wings and began to cry, so sad to think that he would never see his friend again.
Suddenly, he lifted his head and dried his tears. "There must be some way that I can get to Heaven , too!", he said. "Tell me," he asked the wise owl, "where is Heaven?" "Oh, little bird," said the owl, "it is so far up in the sky that you could never reach it with your tiny wings!"
"I can do it!" whispered the little bird to himself. "I MUST do it!"
The little bird gathered all his energy together and flew up into the sky. Higher and higher he flew. He went up above the clouds and still he flew on. Higher and higher until he had no strength in his wings.
With a sob he said "If I cannot be with my friend, I will just die!"
With that, he folded his wings and started plummeting to the ground. He closed his eyes in resignation, ready to give up his life. Suddenly, a bright light shown down from above the little bird. A puff of wind lifted the little bird up. He opened his eyes and saw far, far above
him the face of his dear friend. Little bird rejoiced , and with renewed vigor he started flying again. Higher and higher until he reached the hand of his friend, St. Francis.
The two rejoiced in their reunion with one another. "Owl told me that birds cannot go to Heaven", the little bird said. "Your devotion to me has earned your right to join me here in my Father’s Home." St. Francis said, "from now on, all the birds and animals of the world will have a place here in Heaven with us."
And, to this day, whenever a little bird who loves his owner dies, whenever a dog or cat or other pet loses his grip on this world, St. Francis of Assisi reaches down from above and lifts the little one up to Heaven, there to await the arrival of his dear friend.
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