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|Hello Angel Prizm
I am so sorry to hear about you sweet birds. We are sending lots of Birdie Hugs and kisses to your flock and family.
Hugs from Shadow's Flock
> Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
> When a bird dies that has been especially close to someone here, that
> bird goes to the Rainbow Bridge. At the Rainbow Bridge, there are
> meadows, hills, and beautiful trees of all kinds where all our special
> friends can fly and climb, hang and flap, hop and run, jump and play,
> squawk and squeal and sing together.
> There is plenty of good food, including grapes and peanuts, ice cream
> and cheese, spaghetti and especially lots of pizza. There is crystal
> clear water in brooks and springs are filled with water as well as
> every kind of delicious fresh fruit juice.
> One warm spring even runs full of the coffee they can now drink their
> fill of without hearing a single no-no. There is a lot of glorious
> sunshine and sweet warm rain when they want it and our friends are
> warm and comfortable and totally at peace.
> All the birds that had been ill or old are restored to health and
> vigour and to their natural incredible beauty. Their feathers shine,
> their wing feathers are whole and their eyes gleam once again with
> vitality. Those who were hurt, maimed, ignored, or broken-hearted are
> made whole again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days gone
> The birds are happy and content. Except for one small thing: they each
> miss someone very special to them who had to be left behind when the
> bird returned home. Still they all fly and play happily and safely and
> together: even the grouchiest greys and orneriest senegal, the tiniest
> finches and the grandest macaws
> But the day comes for each bird when he suddenly stops and looks far
> into the distance. Her body freezes and her bright eyes are intent as
> she watches and listens in silence. Suddenly she begins to fly from
> the group, soaring over the green grass, his wings flapping harder and
> You have been spotted - and she shrieks to you and then calls your
> name and her own and cries again and again, as she rushes towards
> you.When you and your bird finally meet, you cling to each other in
> joyous reunion, knowing you will never be parted again.
> Your face and your fingers and even your toes are covered with beak
> nibbles and soft ecstatic kisses. Your hair is preened by that special
> beak, and her head bends under your fingers to invite your touch. Your
> hands again find their way under beloved wings, to caress the downy
> softness beneath.
> You look once more into the trusting eyes of your companion, so long
> from your physical life on earth but never for an instant absent from
> your heart. Your tears of joy are gently brushed away by those beloved
> wings and feeling immersed once more in
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