Where are you, Dave? I miss you so much. I walk over wanted to greet you, but you was nowhere to be found. I search through your favourite sleeping place, but to no avail. I can't believe you leave me without saying goodbye.
The memories are still fresh in my mind. Do you still remember the day? It was 15 March 2008, a rainy day. You landed on my yard, wet, bleeding and scared. You were petrified, unable to move, eat or drink. I whisper to your ears 'Don't give up'.
It felt just like yesterday, that I met you, but 5 months had past. You had nurse back to your prime health. You never understand how thrill I felt when I saw you flapping your wings every night. I teased that your flying skill is lousy, but you never gave up.
The day had come when you had decided to leave me behind. I understand. You need to return to where you belong, the place you can find true happiness and enjoy the freedom. You had finally become a beautiful pigeon, spreading out your magnificient wings, soaring high above the horizon. I hope you will never forget me.
Now, whenever I gaze up the sky, I know I had a pigeon friend, named Dave. You proved to everyone out there, that they are wrong. Broken wing did not stop you from flying again. You showed me ruthless determination can overcome all obstacle in life. I am so proud of you, my one and only birdie pal. I hope you will always remember me, I know I will.