A dear friend came to my home today and together we buried the remains of Tweety. It was sad for me. I expected that. I still miss him.
My new canary is younger and hops around lots more. He sings, but his song is not as long or as pretty as was Tweety's. Maybe it's a little like American Idol - - the new singers hop around lots more, but don't always have the pure, beautiful voices.
Tweety, rest in peace.