When I was little (in early middle school), when Clive worked at Adel's Parrot Place, I used to say, "Mom the English man talks so much". It was never a short stop at the bird store it was always at least 20-30 minute trip to the store. As years passed I grew up, I was in high school, it was junior year. My parents made me volunteer at "Chippy the Pirate", I did not want to be there. They had to beg Clive to take me because I was 15 or 16 at the time. I volunteered every Sunday. It was that summer Debra had the bloodclot in her leg, and as a result this is when I really started working at the store. Next thing you know me and Clive were best buddies. Clive joined my family for Christmas and Thanksgiving every year since then. And every year my parents reminded us of how they had to force me to go to volunteer and how they had to beg Clive to take me. We would have the best chuckle because me and Clive had become so close.Clive filled our home will laughter and heart warming stories during the holidays. When I graduated from high school, Clive gathered money from our friends to get me a laptop/printer for college. I was so thankful, and he was so proud of me. He had such high hopes for me. All my years through college I worked at the store morely part-time and between two jobs. Somewhere during my college years we had some rough times, like when Clive ended up in the ICU, but we got though it. When I moved into my apartment about a year ago, I was worried about my parrot and the noise level, Clive was so kind to let me keep my parrot at the store. Then almost a year passed. I graduated in May, once again Clive was so happy to see me growing up and on my way. Now we are at the end of August. I signed for a job friday. I talked to Clive saturday at work, and told him the good new. He was so happy for me, and we talked about what a long way I had come. We chatted for a bit that morning before going about our usual day. And then Sept 1, 2013 happened. You left us. I will forever carry the memories I have of you in my heart. There are so many funny little things I think about. I remember how we would put cages together. You would always tell so many stories I will carry with me. I could type a whole novel about the years I have spent with you. Rest in peace Clive.