We had him since 1995, he was my husband’s close companion. He had a really good life after we got him, and spent his years macking on opera singers, screaming blue murder, biting my husband and chewing things up. I am so upset at losing him I think I sprained a rib when I cried. Steve was, in his own words, a “SIGnificant bird”.
I feel so bad, like if I had only given him another treat, or snuggle he would not have had a heart attack. Or maybe I gave him too many almonds over the years. He seemed happy, but what if something had gone wrong I could have fixed.
Don’t beat yourself up. It was his time. I felt the same way when I lost my Buddy last June. I miss him still. Hugs. 
I’m so sorry. Try not to beat yourself up - you did the best you could and what you thought was right for him, and that’s all anyone can do. He was cared for and loved, and that’s what’s really important.
I am so sorry. I lost my own bird right after Christmas and he is sorely missed. Wonderful beasts, aren’t they?
I’m so sorry, conurepete. You have my condolences.
I’ve never had a bird, but I don’t think it’s the species of pet that matters, it’s the love that is shared. Sorry for your loss. That’s a long term relationship you’ve just lost.
Now, I would say my cats would welcome your SteveBird on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge, but the welcome might be the kind of “I’m having a friend for dinner” sort.
condolences
I’m so sorry, conurepete. It’s always hard to say goodbye. Your SteveBird was greatly loved, and he was lucky in that - too many pets aren’t as fortunate as he was.
Me and my parrotlet have grown pretty close lately, I’d be devastated too. Still, it could be worse: my friend sat on his lovebird last month. What a way to go.
Baker, he would be pleased to see them, he spent hours STARING at my cats. We had to break him of the habit standing sideways on the cage, waiting for cats. He would loosen his grip slide silently down if they walked under him. His goal was to bite off an ear, but he never managed any better then a tail-tip.
Its kind of a miracle he lived as long as he did, really.
Aww, sorry! Do not blame yourselves-- they are delicate little guys. He had a very nice life and enjoyed chewing your furniture so much and got a kick out of trying to eat the cats and had a great existence thanks to you.
Oh, my God, I would just be destroyed if I sat on my Sunshine.
conurepete, I’m so sorry about Steve.
Baker, I don’t think even Toby or Vlad would go after an African Gray.:eek:
Aw, my condolences. I’m going to give my Nikita a long headscratch when I get home.
Mine will fly down to attack the vacuum cleaner while in use if I’ve forgotten to relocate him. And he’ll attack my foot if I play like I’m going to step on him. Self-preservation isn’t the first thing on their minds when something needs disciplined. (On the other hand, he flees in terror from Mylar balloons).
I’m sorry for your loss. I know very well how strong the bond becomes.
I’m so sorry to hear about your bird.
(Mine are getting extra head-rubs tonight for no reason they can see.)