Thanks to everyone for all the awesome birthday wishes. Today was, prior to 11:57pm when I walked back into my apartment, a damn fine day. Nothing extraordinary, just a good, productive day, then went home to see my mom and have dinner.
However, this morning I noticed Oddment looking a little... off. She was rather floofed up, meaning that she probably wasn't feeling that well, especially given that Endymion was not floofy so it wasn't cold. So I knew that it was time for a trip to the vet. Apparently tomorrow wasn't soon enough. Because I got home from my mom's house at 11:57 to find my little Oddment dead in the bottom of the cage.
In short, FML.
RIP Oddment
My little girl.
For anyone curious, I don't think that I am going to try to get another female for Endymion. First off I don't have the $$, and second trying to get another lone bird from the silly owners of the bird store I go to would be more of a hassle then the last time when I got Endymion from them (that took a good 45 minutes of arguing). I'm going to see how he does on his own and if he seems really out of if I may get a finch of another social species and see what happens. *sigh* Oddment was as old or older than Tweak, so it could have just been old age. I mean, they were both probably wild caught (despite what the bird store owner says) and they were at least a year old, which makes them both at least 5, which is the short end of their lifespan. Still doesn't mean I have to like it.
Craptastic way to end a birthday, eh? Here's hoping the weekend is better.