OH! I can't believe I forgot this! I used to catsit a little black tuxie boy named Blackbird. We all called him Birdie! He was the sweetest most loving boy too! He woud LOVE to be a gaurdian angel of this little boy.

The story behind Blackbird:
One summer many many years ago, my firend was taking trash out. Her husband owns a woodworking factory and they had BIG metal drums that they put scrap wood in for people to take and use for kindling and crafts, etc. She took the trash out and heard a pitiful little meow. She looked into the bottom of the drum to see a little black kitten. Very young, BURNT all over from being in the metal drum in the July heat. She picked him up and ran him to the vet. If she had seen him even tenminutes later, the vet said he would have died. Birdie lived for nearly 18 years before he died of Diabetes.

I would say the name was definately meant to be!