Vivi, my beautiful cuckoo Polish died last Saturday. It just sucks.
She was one of my first Polish, and when she was a chick I used to constantly carry her around in the hood of my sweatshirt. She would always get tangled up in my hair  & probably hated the snuggling, but I forced the love on her anyways. 

Just a little babe

All grown up

Vivi was buried on the border of our yard & the vineyard. My darling husband dug the hole & helped me say goodbye.He said "She was OLD. Its OK.She was a good old bird" but I was still sad.
When one of our animals passes,  we always sing Goodnight by the Beatles as our final farewell.
​ I get all weepy no matter what. 
My husband sang with me, and that was very nice.