My poor little lovebird, Longshot, has just given up the ghost, I don't even know what happened, I saw him flopping around on the bottom of the aviary, picked him up and his neck was all floppy so I think he broke it somehow, and he just looked at me and then closed his eyes and died.
He is called Longshot as when he was born 2 and a half years ago his mum rejected him as he was the runt and he became dangerously dehydrated so we had to hand feed him every 2 hours day and night for 2 weeks, DH even took him into work with him to feed. We fed his brothers and sisters as wellbut they only needed it every 4 as they weren't so ill. We were told by everyone he wouldn't make it but he did and he was the tamest cuddliest bird and used to hide under my hair.
DD loved him as he used to nibble on her fingers and groom her hair, the others aren't quite tame enough for that.
Last year he got into a fight and his eye was so badly damaged he could have lost it but we kept it clean and him healthy with antibiotic drops.
Until now.
I have just got back from the vets for them to have him cremated as normally we bury them on the beach but it is a bit hot and crowded today and I don't think I could bear to see him buried. They were so good and didn't even charge us as he is so weeny. They even got the vet to check he was dead as I couldn't even wrap him up in case he was still alive.
I still have 9 birdies but he was my special baby.
Sorry for the long post but I need to get it out of my system before DD wakes up and sees me crying again.