My beloved birdie died yesterday.  He had been sick for awhile.  He was getting this big growth in his neck.  I knew it would be soon, by the way he was acting.  I remember saying good-bye to him before work yesterday and he didn't tweet back like he always has done for almost 15 years.  I cried as left for work and then again last night when I came home.  He was lying on the floor of his cage hanging on with his beak.  He was an abused bird that I rescued years and years ago.  He never really got over his skittishness probably from the way he was raised.  Last week, however, he let me hold him to see how he was doing.  I loved him so.  I have a broken heart today and tears in my eyes. - Becky