Remy is 20 years old. He has lived his entire life loved by one person, and she made sure — even at the very end, even from a hospital bed the day before she died — that he would be okay. That was her last act of care for him: arranging his transport to GLPR so that the bird she had kept and cherished for two decades would not be left without someone to look after him.
That is the kind of love Remy has known. It is the kind he deserves again.
He arrived at GLPR having lost the only home and the only person he had ever had. And yet he is, by every account, remarkably spry for a 20-year-old bird. Alert, engaged, and apparently not particularly interested in slowing down.
Twenty years is a long life for a pigeon, and it doesn’t happen by accident. It happens because someone paid attention, provided good care, and loved a bird consistently and well for two decades. Remy is the living record of that devotion.
He is now looking for a foster or forever home willing to open their arms to a senior gentleman of considerable life experience, accustomed to being pampered, who would like very much to be pampered again. He is not asking for much, in the end. Mostly just for someone to continue what his person started, 20 years ago.
