Holly

Holly was a cockatoo who didn't just sing - she performed. For sixteen years, her morning concerts greeted each sunrise, her evening lullabies closed each day. She wasn't just a bird; she was our personal musician, our alarm clock, and our daily dose of beauty. She aged gracefully, her feathers remaining bright and her voice strong until her final days. Her peaceful passing in her sleep was a gentle end to a life filled with music. The silence in our mornings now is profound, but we hear her songs in our memories. Holly taught us to greet each day with song, to find beauty in routine, and that sometimes the simplest gifts - like a bird's morning melody - are the most precious. She filled our home with music and our hearts with joy.