In Memory of Chance

A life cut short too soon.
Fly Free Dear Chance!

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"The Covenant"

"I'll lend you for just awhile, this precious bird of mine" He Said
For you to love while she lives, and for you to mourn when she is dead.
It may be six or seven years, or maybe twenty three.
But will you until I call her back, take care of her for me?
She will bring her joy to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
you will only have her lovely memories as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay, as all from earth will return,
but there are still lessons to be taught down there that I want this bird to learn,
"I've looked the whole world over for teachers true
and from the throngs that crowd lifes lanes, I have selected you".
Now will you give her all your love and not hate me when I come to take her home again?
And then I heard them softly say "Dear Lord, Thy Will Be Done."
For all the joy this bird shall bring the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shower her with tenderness and love her while we may,
and should the angels call for her sooner then we planned,
we'll brave the bitter grief that comes and just try to understand.

May your wounds heal quickly, but never forget their love...

This Poem Was Taken From The Book...BLESSING THE BRIDGE...About Animals Death And Dying...By Rita Reynolds...

I love you Daddy. We have many warm memories that will keep our love alive until we meet again. Love is forever.:>

Chance may have had a chance if he had been given immediate veterinary care.
Here's Alex's Tribute to Chance.

It was with a profound sorrow that I ruminated on Chance's journey on this earth. Did his people go through hard times, health issues which forced his exit from their home? Was he an impulse buy, sold by a breeder to an uncommitted home, and after the newness wore off and reality of his care became apparent, did they just toss him aside? At what point did they turn their backs to him, offering him out to the highest bidder? How did this once loved pet, find his way to become a "breeder."

I am angry. Angry at those that use these creatures as nothing but a way to a means. Those that make their livings from them, who use them until they are nothing but a shell of what they were, as if they were something to be consumed instead of a living, thinking, being. I'm angry at those breeders who would "set up" their pairs with a particular timeframe for production, and if the timeframe not met (one that may not be based in any type of science at all, but the wants of the owner) and after the bonds are formed, separate the pair to be paired with yet another, whether the initial pair was compatible or not. Actions made with an eye towards profit and nothing more. I am angry at those breeders who would deny their wards medical and veterinary care because it is not cost-effective, or simply because they would prefer to have antiques, nice cars and their material comforts rather than spend the money on an "animal." (However, I will admit in this particular instance, I believe the large breeders are actually superior in that they do see them as an investment and do provide the necessary care for their flocks. In this instance, I am targeting your hobby breeder.) Are they all this way? No. But far too many for my tastes. One is too many for my tastes.

I'm angry at anyone who would have the arrogance and the ignorance to utter the words "you can't save them all." The words coming from the very same people who would never offer assistance of any kind, other than a few hollow platitudes.

I'm angry at groups of people united or formed for the betterment of aviculture--those very same individuals who will not police their own and who turn a blind eye to those in their circle who would keep these creatures in horrid conditions, filth, vermin, dark, rat infested places. Those very same people and organizations who would use all of their energy and resources to fight any type of regulations aimed at improving the living conditions and wellbeing of these creatures. Perhaps if those resources WERE used to self-police, animal welfare groups would wither up and blow away.

To my friend Larry. Thank you for caring for Chance. Not once did you waver in your commitment to his care and wellbeing, even though, given the neglect inflicted upon him by the owner/BREEDER, it was a very real possibility that he would not survive the ordeal. Never did you falter from the journey you shared with him.

To those of you who helped us in his fight for a new life, I am ever and eternally grateful. You all know who you are. Soon I will post an official thank you to all who participated in his life, who helped him find his way to Larry so that his final months would be with those who would love him and care in his passing. YOU are those people. YOU were a very big part of the last leg of his journey. Were it not for YOU, and your prayers, support (financial and otherwise), Chance would have died in a filthy hovel of a cage, no one to note his exit from this world. Instead he had all of YOU. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, maybe for not "saving them all", but for giving one a Chance.

A Parrot's Prayer
Written by Sally Brooks

For all the wild caught parrots so savagely netted and swept away from their families while their babies dumped into burlap sacks cried out in terror.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........
For all the exotic birds that witnessed the destruction of all the blessed trees and fled fires in fear from man's thirst to dominate, stripping the land of all its inhabitants, leaving nothing but bare ground behind.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........
For all the parrots that struggled through the capture, but died unmercifully in transport from the stress of overcrowded, barbaric, confinements and inconceivable horror.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.......
For all the survivors that made it into captivity, but exist in a nightmare of confinement unable to use their God given wings of flight as they once remembered.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.........
For all the baby birds bred in captivity whose crop's burned or have died needlessly from harshness of human hands.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER..........
For all the captive birds that have been erased from their owner's consciousness and are abandoned to a lifeless existence with only a distant memory of what is was like to hear a gentle voice from someone that used to care.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER...........
For all those creatures who don't know what it's like to live life as a bird or even to feel the breeze or sunlight but are doomed to darkness in closets or garages, trapped inside covered cages or shackled.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER......
For all the macaws, cockatoos, amazons and conures that are stripped of their vocal cords for screaming, their sensitive beaks cut back to prevent biting.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.......
For all birds that end up for sale in pet shops or breeders, like used merchandise unwanted and frightened in strange surroundings with nothing more than the familiar sight of bars on a cage.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.....
For all the neglected birds that are sick with infections from filthy conditions and malnourishment that may never recover and know what it is to feel healthy and be playful.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.........
For all the misconceived parrots who were beaten, stabbed, blinded and burned for just being a parrot.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.............
For every African Grey and Cockatoo that punishes itself from confinement and boredom by maiming their bodies and plucking their feathers and for those who have lost all spirit of life and sway their head low from side to side slowly into insanity.

LORD HEAR OUR PRAYER.........
We ask humbly of you, dear Lord to look upon all of your magnificent feathered creations. Protect them from evil and harm caused by man and to bring forth an awakening in the human heart and make it a kinder and gentler world for all captive birds........Amen

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Judy's Tribute to Chance.