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What kind of bird was Lonnie?

Lonnie was my lutino Fischer’s lovebird. He was very cute, very loud, and very snarky. I miss him lots and lots <3

laurel lance from arrow tbh!! she's a really strong character

ohh, i’ve only watched arrow a few times. but thanks!

@lonnies ooo i’ve never heard of that! he looks cute .o.!!

i'm eli goldsworthy from degrassi! i'm looking for anyone, i'd love to find clare, adam, or jake! (i'm also hunter hollingsworth, you don't have to tag that because i'm okay with doubles i just wanted to let people know just in case)

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I still miss my feather baby

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Lonnie (2012- September 18, 2016)

Yesterday I received some devastating news. My precious lovebird, my little prince, my pointy lemon bird, Lonnie, had passed away. He was four years old. There were no warning signs, the day before my parents said he was just as rowdy and noisy as ever; playing under the newspapers, thrashing his bells and eating heartily. I’ll never know what happened. I’m still in shock. My heart aches in pain, I can feel it hurting even now. The last time I held my bird, kissed him, was June. That’s so far away. I wish I had been there, whether or not that would have changed anything, it doesn’t matter. I just want to hold him close, kiss the top of his head. I want to hear his crazy cicada clicking he does when he’s excited or that funny rapid beak tapping he does on the edges of ceramics. I’ll miss watching his fascination with the ice machine on the refrigerator door, or how he’d try and climb into the silverware drawer when I put the dishes away. How he used to fall asleep on my keyboard and cover half my photoshop tool bar but I wouldn’t have the heart to make him move. How he used to blow me kisses when we would skype, and he’d run around to the back of the tablet trying to find me. The little hunch he’d get on his back when he’d puff up and act tough and grumpy. His puffy cheeks. The way he would play cage soccer with the jingle bell, how he’d fall asleep on my shoulder.

He was a bright light in my dark world. A small candle against the cold darkness that threatens to envelope me daily. Now he’s gone. The reality is still a confused haze, I’m so far from home, it’ll be a terrible impact when I get back and there’s no sweet chirp to greet me. I can’t remember not having a bird. Now I’m without my little prince. Before I missed him so much because he was so far away, and now the pain is even sharper. I loved my Lonnie, and I knew he loved me, because he was a terror to everyone else.

Nothing prepared me for this loss. He was a healthy, playful boy. He loved green apples, bells and splashing around in water dishes. He had a sweet side buried under a love to cause chaos and was always into mischief. I’ll miss him so much, my life just got a lot dimmer without him in it...