Squire, my 11-plus-year-old rooster, died yesterday, Saturday, September 17, 2022.
This photo, taken September, 2016, shows Squire at his most dramatic, crowing joyfully, but in celebration of Toozie's death and release from earthly struggles.
I hope my Squire-wire feels a similar joyful release. He leaves a sad but relieved human being behind.
I've watched Squire decline for almost a year, since Brownie died last October. Although he continued to watch out for Tweety, spar with Speckles, and ascend to the top of the shower stall of a morning, if I didn't catch him first, he has been losing weight, and his crow was beginning to crack, as though he no longer had the wind or vocal dexterity to finish his five notes.
Tweety and Speckles are adapting, but they seem sad, too, as I am, because Squire is no longer there to guard and to crow and spar.
We all have to die sometime. As I enter my 70s, I feel more acutely than ever the impending personal transition.
Squire left lots of memories behind, memories I share, in part, with Tweety and Specs. I see his memory in every situation.
I love you, Squire, and will never forget how you brightened up my life. May you rest in peace.
Oh, so sad such a companion but life isn’t long for so many of our furry or feathered friends. He had a great life with you.
I like to think he did. I know I had an exciting life with him.
Bless you both!
Katharine, I’m saddened to learn that you’ve lost your beloved Squire. May joyfulness return soon to your household ❤
Thank you, Rosaliene. I get all teary eyed , having to clean his quarters, because his memory is everywhere. Over the past couple of days, I’ve moved Tweety in with Speckles, so they have each other. I’m outside with them now, watching the climate change. It has gone back and forth from cool and damp to rainy, to sunny and damp, but now the sun is out, so maybe my cell phone won’t get drenched.