Virgil Dove has died.

[Catherine]

Thank-you. We will never know why he went when he did. He was happy while he was here. That is good enough. Dora really was happy with him. She is sitting on the perch where they used to sit together. She looks so forlorn. I am glad I put their cage near the computer. I can talk to her while I type.

Virgil was only with use a short time, but we did enjoy his presence. He is another one of the spring blossoms that flowers briefly and is gone. Perhaps remembered a little more fondly for the briefness of his time.