My husband and I continue to miss our Natasha (we called her Rosie for her pink, heart-shaped nose), to look for her when we come home and when we go to bed at night, when we watch TV on the couch and when we wake up in the morning. In other words, all the time. Our parakeet, Skye Blue, was also her friend, although it was a bit unrequited on Rosie's part, and he looked for her, too. He used to walk to the edge of his table and look down to where her bed was and say ‘Hi, whatcha doing there?’ He also knew how to say her name, ‘Rosie.’ He hasn’t done that since she’s been gone. We knew when the time came that we would call Dr. Annie again because our little Maddie was so gently and lovingly taken care of when it was her time in 2015. Thank you Dr. Lis for being so kind and gentle with Rosie and with us. Having Rosie’s ashes and her little, dainty footprint helps us to feel that she is home again. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Barbara and Mike Colter