In a quiet corner of Arboletes, Antioquia, the life of Milori and Loreto began to change the day they crossed my path. It was a peaceful neighborhood… the wind caressed the palm trees and the birds sang without ceasing.
That day, as I was walking, I saw something that stopped me completely: a cage where two parrots were trying to escape, hitting themselves against the bars, seeking freedom.
My heart began to race. The cage seemed empty, without an owner, without care. I ran to the house, knocked on the door… no one answered. A neighbor explained that the owner had been gone for days and that the poor animals were abandoned, without food or protection, alone and vulnerable under the burning sun. The thought of those two parrots, so full of life and trapped, broke my soul.
Without thinking, I decided to take them with me. I couldn’t leave them there, ignoring their suffering. Milori and Loreto came to my home… and from that very first moment, there was an immediate connection. I didn’t want to keep them in a cage; I wanted them to be free, even if only inside my house. I got them a large branch, an open space, and gave them everything they needed: fruits, seeds, vegetables. Over time, their feathers became more vibrant… more beautiful. They felt good, they felt loved.
Their relationship was very special. Milori and Loreto couldn’t live without each other; their love was unbreakable. Sometimes, like every couple, they fought… but they always ended up making peace, hugging and showing affection. Their love taught me a deep lesson: the beauty of connection and the power of forgiveness.
Every morning I greeted them and they responded with their calls and whistles, filling the house with joy. I felt so close to them, as if they were my children, the ones I will never be able to have. However, I knew they didn’t belong in a life of captivity.
The conflict grew day by day… Thinking about parting with them was almost unbearable, but something inside me said I had to do it. Parrots deserved to fly free.
One day, while browsing Instagram, I saw a post from Fundación Loros. I read about their dedication to rehabilitating and releasing parrots and I understood it was time to let them go. With tears in my eyes, I contacted the environmental authority in Medellín.
They came to pick them up… My heart broke in two. But I also felt peace: they would be happy where they were meant to be.
Days later I received a message from Medio Ambiente: Milori and Loreto were healthy, in a forested area, in the process of rehabilitation. When I read it, a wave of joy came over me.
Imagining them flying together, exploring the jungle, filled me with peace. There is no greater act of love than knowing when to let go… even if it means living with the sadness of their departure.
Milori and Loreto are no longer with me, but they will always hold a special place in my heart. In a distant jungle, I know they fly happily, together… as they were always meant to. That was the purest act of love I have ever done in my life.