In Loving Memory of Dookie
A beloved rock pigeon who brought sunshine and gentle coos into my life
Dookie's Story
I was calmly making my way to the deartment store when I found Dookie. She was just a little fledgling who had fallen from her nest, she was quite small and vulnerable, and I knew I had to help. I carefully nursed her back to health, feeding her cerelac with a makeshift feeder. She grew stronger each day, her feathers filling out and her little personality shining through. I named her Dookie, because of how frequenly she would take a dump, sometimes on my hand or shirt. /p>
Dookie quickly became part of my daily life. She had the sweetest disposition and loved nothing more than having her belly rubbed. She would coo contentedly and nuzzle against my hand, showing her trust and affection in the most gentle ways.