Harry died tonight. Harry was more my Tom's pet than mine ... nonetheless I cried like a baby.
He hurt his leg the other day and it was downhill from there. He couldn't walk or hold himself up. He spent the last few days on the bottom of his cage, or in the bedroom with us on a comfy bed made of towels. It looked like he was going to get better, we were nursing him and he was drinking water and he even tried to bite me this morning! He just started trying to walk again after being sedentary for a few days. But Tom and I came home from a walk and he was having spasms, flapping his wings all over, and Tom picked him up and we cooed and kissed him but it was no good, Harry died in Tom's hands at 7:30 tonight. He will be hard to replace.
Funny how a small little bird could have such a big place in our hearts.