We had a bird named Rio.He was a Cockatile.Creamish in colour and orange spots on the cheeks.
He used to imitate when some one whistles.
He danced whenever he saw us.He gave what he had in abundance……Love, affection,empathy and he also taught us how to survive in adversary
He came he lived he emerged victorious.
But on one fateful day a cat attacked on him, Eat his feather but he survived those grave injuries and recovered.
He entertained and kept us happy.
We buried him in the back yard, Rio is still sleeping there.
Rest in peace Rio
Close to Life 