I Miss Poirot

I've been too sad to blog about a significant loss in my life on my 6 year wedding anniversary. It was about 7AM on 6/24. Heather and I were getting ready to leave for La Jolla, CA to get away for a night. As usual I let Poirot out of his cage for a few minutes in the morning so he can climb around and get some excercise. Well, Heather opened the door to set a bag of trash out and he took off and flew out the door. We couldn't see where he flew to so we waited around for over an hour. I whistled for him on our back patio and he finally showed up on our back patio awning. I saw him land and I put my finger up to the edge so he could get down and he got spooked and flew away. I never saw him again. I miss him a lot. For the past two years he has eaten breakfast with me almost every day, kept me company through countless books and papers for school, and sung me a song in the morning. I kept thinking he might show up, but I now am convinced I won't see him again. I know in Matthew 6:26 Jesus says our Heavenly Father feeds the birds, but I think God would have to drop buckets of birdseed on the ground in front of Poirot before he could make it out in the real world on his own. He really didn't exhibit any strong survival skills per se. Anyway, as dumb as he was, he was a great friend and I will miss him dearly.