When my hubby got up this morning to make tea at about 6.30am, she was on her high perch and again all seemed well. He said good morning to her and as per usual, she ignored him!
However, when he came back downstairs again a little later, she was lying on the floor of her cage with her wings spread out. He quickly called me and I rushed to see what was wrong, I lifted her from the cage and she felt sooo cold, but she was alive, so I tucked her inside my clothes and cuddled her. I kept her there for four hours and during that time I gave her some water with honey through a syringe and also a little bit of mashed up cereal. At one point I thought she was perking up a bit because she moved her wings as if to get more comfortable, but just after noon, she died still inside my clothes. We just buried her in the garden.
I'm so very very upset. I know that some people might say "but she's just a parrot..." and that's as may be to them, but to us she has been a valued member of our family since the day we brought her home, some 12 plus years ago, as a small little 12 week old chick. She has never been a problem bird, she wasn't a screamer or a plucker and she really did enhance our lives with her funny chatter and her ability to pick up words, phrases and songs so easily! She liked to be involved in everything and used to dance when we sang to her. She was even bi-linqual as she could speak some Spanish words too! Our lives will be quieter and less fun without her, she will be sorely missed.
RIP my little grey baby.....