In memory of Pigeon

3rd June 2011-26th April 2026 My soulmate, my witches’ familiar, and the literal only reason I’m still standing after 15 years and three kids. She died right in my arms, exactly where she was meant to be. She was the anchor that kept me from drifting off into the dark. As she was going, she was surrounded by her "birdies"—my three girls she helped me raise. Livia was doing that daft meow meow-voice she’s done since she was a toddler, a final bit of their own weird magic. For nearly 15 years, Pigeon never shut up. She was a vocal little powerhouse, always having to have the last word. But in the end, there wasn't a sound. She just looked at me—staring right through the bullshit, deep into my soul, saying everything that needed saying without a single noise. My heart was in absolute bits, as I said, "I bet you won't miss this madness," and kissed her velvet head. It cracked the girls, making them proper belly laugh through the mess of it all, just remembering all the mental Pigeon moments. Nearly half my life she’s been with me through every high and every rock bottom. The silence in this house now she’s not chatting back is deafening. She was my magic, my familiar, and she’ll be forever my number one. 🖤🌙✨

by Rebecca Worrall-Parkyn