Polly called this afternoon to report Skipper’s passing. We brought Skipper into our family in 1986, for no better reason than that we’d named our daughter Polly and getting her her own parrot seemed like the right thing to do. Skipper lived with us in Florida, Okinawa, Hawaii, Nevada, and Arizona; a few years ago she moved with Polly to Phoenix and then Las Vegas.
Skipper had a stroke earlier this year but had seemingly recovered. Polly said she wasn’t acting right when she left for work this morning; it must have been her time.
All pets are beloved; we’ll miss our bad-tempered little bird. And as Polly said in her Facebook eulogy, “She will be greatly missed for a long time. Please, attack and then bite someone in her loving memory. It is what she would have done.”
Update (12/27/09): Polly brought Skipper home and we buried her out back under a headstone Polly painted:
