I'm so sorry about Severus. I had a pigeon once- I got him in the middle of the worst year of my life. (Both parents died, tornado got the house, kid's horse died right in front of us, broke my leg in a horse accident) Through it all that bird was there, and I'd go out in the barn and cuddle him every morning when I got home from work. He'd fly to the end of the driveway to greet me, landing on the windshield or flying in the window. We went to a Christmas party in December and he flew to the end of the driveway with us and then turned back to the barn. I never saw him again. Everyone was like, "Oh, get another one, you'll feel better" but I was too hurt- no one could replace him in my heart. Two years later my daughter got me a baby pigeon for Mother's Day without consulting me. Ten years later, that bird is still my best friend, and yes, it _does_ feel better to have another one, even if it isn't the same one. Please don't wait as long as I did to get a new friend.
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Nanci