The Parakeet

Our parakeet died about an hour and a half ago.

We inherited him from the fella's mother when she moved back to Hawaii. He was green, and a 'roller', that is, he made this sort of distinct ch-ch-ch-ch noise that not all parakeets can make.

He liked his own reflection, and all kinds of food that were bad for him, also lettuce.

He'd been having trouble with one foot for a little over a week. We tried to take him to the vet, but the vet we went to didn't do birds--we tried to fix the problem by trimming his nails. We were going to call the vet today and ask for advice about the foot. This morning we found him on the floor of his cage, unable to get up. We took him to the vet, who prescribed antibiotics. We tried to feed him vitamin mush. He wasn't having any.

Seeing the fella so sad breaks my heart.

We're still trying to figure out where to bury him.

A good bird.