So my mother calls me, a little calmer than normal, to tell me that my bird Rocky died. Its no secret that I didn't like the lil' f*cker but I only disliked him because he tried to bite me everytime I walked passed his cage. He was in my family a year more than me and I'm the still the little kid who made him a Christmas stocking and got him Christmas gifts. Just because we didn't see eye to eye on things doesn't mean I won't miss him.