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Shittiest birthday present ever. A phone call from my mom telling me that she found our pet cockatiel Opal dead on the bottom of her cage this morning after I left for work.
She hopped up on my shoulder in the pet store, and I fell in love. I brought her home with me on what was one of the coldest January days ever, about 10 years ago.
I'm going to miss her. Even if she could be very loud and demanding, and chewed and pooped on everything, she was still a total snugglebum.