My sweet little Chewbacca birdie died this week. I was home with him for a few hours on Tuesday and he was out of his cage, walking around, climbing on me, just happy as can be! He likes to wander downstairs and just walk around! I couldn't find him for a while and then saw him sitting next to the dryer all cuddled up and happy (the dryer was on and obviously warm). I didn't think it was the safest place for him with all of the lint around, so I brought him back upstairs to his cage. The night was normal with him and I didn't notice anything at all wrong with him. Wednesday morning I was getting the kids all ready for school and hadn't uncovered Chewy yet. He usually lets me know by squawking a lot and making himself known! I didn't hear anything from him. I think deep down I knew something was wrong but I was afraid to look so I kept on doing morning chores for a little while longer. I finally got up the nerve to check and found him at the bottom of the cage. I didn't want to tell the kids before school so I covered him back up and tried to keep my composure. I sent Andy a text and, being the sweet boy that he is, rushed home. Once the kids were out the door I let the tears flow!! Andy helped me find a box and put Chewy in it until the kids got home for a funeral. The worst part though was telling the kids. They were heartbroken (only for about a minute), but that was a long minute! We had the funeral and buried him in the backyard.
I loved my little birdie.
