Butch

My parakeet Butch died last night. I could tell he was acting funny and then when he tried to fly to the bookshelf he landed in a heap on the floor. I picked him up but he could hardly hold himself up. I yelled for Brian, and he took him while I started frantically calling the late night vets in town, trying to find out what we could do.
Unfortunatly he died just a few minutes later, right in Brian's hands.

I know a parakeet doesn't make the same kind of companion that maybe a dog or cat would make, but Butch was really sweet. He'd sing whenever we'd play music or run the dishwasher (go figure). And he'd even perch on our hands or shoulders and let us feed him.

Brian said that since we don't know how old he was when we got him, over a year and a half ago, that it could have just been old age or something... We'll never know what caused it, but it's really sad that we won't have him with us anymore.