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So.. as some of you knew.. I had gay birds. A parakeet named Archie, and a cockatiel (sp?) named Bo (I always thought it was Beau *shrug*). Well, either late last night, or early this morning my dear Archie died. We knew he was having liver problems, as well as cancer. He couldn't even use his left leg. Apparently he wasn't doing well last night, my parents had to hand feed him, and lay him on paper towels. Hoping he'd make it through the night. Luckily my dad found him, not my mom. I hate that I wasn't there last night :( I just feel bad for Bo. His lover is gone.. he's been screeching all day trying to call him back. They never did like to be seperated. It just sucks, we've had the little guy since I was 9.
He was a vicous attack Parakeet, and I know I'll never find another one like him. This guy was smart okay, he knew where to bite you to get your FULL attention. Cuticals (sp?) = PAIN. *sigh* I miss the little asshole, he was so cute.
Just an update. Love you all.
He was a vicous attack Parakeet, and I know I'll never find another one like him. This guy was smart okay, he knew where to bite you to get your FULL attention. Cuticals (sp?) = PAIN. *sigh* I miss the little asshole, he was so cute.
Just an update. Love you all.