Our budgie, “Booboo”, died over the weekend. Although I wasn’t very attached to the bird, it was distressing to see. In the morning, Deb noticed that the bird had drunk all her water and wasn’t looking well. We gave her some more water and cleaned the cage, but she started drooling and looking weaker, so we took her to the vet.
When we brought her in, she was still walking around. Within an hour she could barely stand. That’s when it got me, seeing poor Booboo lying on the vet’s hand, without even the energy to raise her little head. We could tell she wasn’t going to make it, so the vet put her down.
Death always gets me, large or small, and it got me again this weekend.