Alvin, the Jardine’s parrot, died today, a little over 9 years old. Everyone had to evacuate the apartment building last week because of a carbon monoxide leak; we’re thinking that might be what killed him. I always thought we’d grow old together. Fly high, little green and orange buddy. I don’t know how many you were worth in the bush; I don’t think I can count that high.
Aww, he is a cutie. So sorry to hear of your loss.
I am sorry to hear of your loss. Sending supporting thoughts your way.
Thanks.
Gosh, how awful. The worst thing about losing a bird is that ‘normal’ people simply do not understand. I do, and I offer you my deepest sympathy.
Oh, man. That’s awful. I’ve only had Sunshine since April and I’d be devastated. 