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As I was mourning the sudden and unexpected loss of my precious pet parakeet, DJ, I had the presence of mind to place him in the arms of our livingroom Buddha statue, and take his last photographs.
DJ had been an exquisite looking bird. His feathers were a brilliant, almost flourescent turquoise and white. His eyes sparkled with the very excitement of being alive. He knew he was a beauty and loved having his picture taken. He enjoyed sitting very still whenever I took his picture. His favorite posing place was amidst a huge bouquet of pink and white silk flowers. He loved to play peek-a-boo and hide-and-seek in this bouquet, looking out as if no one could really see him.
My first night without DJ was the most difficult. I allowed his body to rest in the Buddhas arms while I tried to sleep. When the morning finally came, I laid in bed feeling terrible. I didnt want to get up.
Suddenly I heard DJs little voice say with excitement, Mommy, come look at my picture!
I got out of bed and walked over to the Buddha statue. There was little DJs body, just as I had left it. I noticed the blue sear above his nose had turned a bit darker.
Mommy, this isnt me. This is my picture! DJ explained.
Such profound words from such a tiny sweet bird. I was truly taken aback. I stood looking at his "picture," speechless.
Yes, I finally answered, this is your picture, DJ....it isnt you.
Hurry up, Mommy, you need to put my picture in the box and bury it before yukky stuff gets on it. You wouldnt like to see me like that, he said.
So as the afternoon moved into early evening, my husband brought home a brand new camera with a zoom lens. He and I took our last shots of DJ.
Then I lovingly wrapped his soft little body in a silk Tibetan scarf called a katak, and placed it in the box with a photograph of my husband and myself.
My husband graciously dug a big hole in the backyard next to the hot tub, and he covered the little box with soil. Next, a Medicine Buddha statue was placed on the site. We lit some candles, said some blessings and prayers, and left.
DJ came on inside with us, to eat dinner, chitchatting in my ear about a thousand and one exciting things.
His picture had been buried.
(Note to reader : DJ was later cremated and his ashes are kept in a beautiful wooden box with his name engraved on a brass plaque.) copyright Anupama Deanne Kallman AHA! STORIES MEDICINE BUDDHA MANTRA: A fun way to learn mantras, I have found, is to hear them sung. I find that when I listen to recorded mantras, my whole home becomes filed with a soft meditative energy. Everything calms down. This mantra is available on a beautiful CD created by Deva Premal, called EMBRACE. DJ tremendously enjoyed her music. Christmas at the Rainbow Bridge
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