RIP Chewy

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.