In loving memory of our Dolly Lucy Rovelsky who we love so much. Dolly Lucy Rovelsky will be greatly missed and be in our hearts forever. ____________________________________________________________ Dolly was my first bird. When i saw her in the pet store cage i fell in love with her. I hoped and prayed that th next day she would still be there, and she was. So i went back and bought her on June 17, 2005. I took her home and had people over to show them my new budgie. Every morning she would whistle and talk to the birds out side. She would sing along to my music and she would whistle along with me when i sang her "hello dolly." She had the biggest adittude in the world. On the morning of December 15, 2007 i woke up and went down stairs and make my self an omlet and hashbrowns. Then i went down stairs and got on the computer for a while. Then my mom began yelling at me to clean my room. So i went upstairs and put on some music. I look over at dolly's cage and see that she wasnt on her pearch. at first i felt a sudden ping because i thought she had gotten out. Then i looked at the bottom of the cage and saw her laying next to her water dish. I reached my hand in and touched her and said "dolly? dolly wake up." but she didnt move. I shook the cage not wanting it to be true. I began crying and i went down stairs and made a coffin foe her. I went up stairs and padded it. Thn i went back in my room, picked her up and held her for a long time. The song 9 crimes was playing on my ipod. I started sobbing even harder as i listened to the words of the song. "i'm sorry, im so sorry" i said over and over again through the tears. I wanted to get her back. More than anything i wanted to have her be alive again. As i went outside to burry her it began to snow (it was the begging of a snow storm). I was wearing a hoodie and sweat pants. I was so cold, but i didnt care. I wanted to give her the respect she deserved. While i was digging the hole my dad came out side and said "im sorry your bird died". "It was dolly Dad, her name was dolly." i said. he walked away. I kept digging and my mom came out and said "im sorry about your bird." "just go away!" i screamed. i wanted her back. there was no sorry in the world that could bring her back. As i finnished the hole i reached down to the box that held Dolly. It read: Dolly Lucy Rovelsky Jun 17 2005- December 15 2007 Im sorry i'll miss you. i love you. I slowly set it in the ole and began to put the dirt back in the hole. The sound of the dirt hitting the box made me cry harder. Once it was filled i went out and looked for a rock. I found one. It weight around 45 pounds. It took all of my strength to roll it ontop of the grave. I had no gloves and it was snowing hard. I took my shovel and went inside. I was freezing. I went up to my room and began taking apart her cage. I held each of her toys and remembered how she would beat them up when every she or mad or bored. I washed the cage and put it together agian, knowing that having an empty spot in my room would make her passing even harder. I miss her. every time i hear a bird i think its her and look up and she that its not. I wish i had given her the chance to fly, to be free. I know she would have liked that. and the only thing stopping her was me. My greatest fear is to be trapped in a cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire. I made her live my greatest fear, and for that i will nevr forgive my self.