My sweet little birdie

A few days before I left for New York, my little bird passed away. He hadn't been eating at all and he seemed really weak. I took him to the vet (do you know how hard it is to find a vet that sees birds??) and she wanted to keep him for a few days. She medicated him and fed him, and I thought things were looking up. When I went to pick him up, she informed me that he was still in a lot of pain and the medication wasn't going to heal him. That last thing I wanted was for him to be suffering. I reluctantly put him down. I've never had to do that before, and I pray I never have to do it again. It was terrible. I realize he was 21 years old, but it was still difficult. He was my first pet. I just hope he's flying around up there annoying  my Bailey.

RIP my little birdie.

Glad you got to meet both my girls. Who would have thought??