Dave Drane
New Member
2 and a half hours ago my pet cockatiel died in my hands. I got him in August '93 after our best friend died, so he is the last link with her death. I knew he was ready to go as he had been acting strange for the past 2 weeks. He sang "pop goes the wesel" and did his telephone imitations for me at 5pm and then at 6.05 after I covered him up for the night he fell off his perch. I quickly picked him up and he did his last gasps and died in my hands. I have buried him in the garden he overlooked every day and when I go back to work next week I will make him a nice cross out of acryllis so it won't be eaten by termites and engrave a plate for him. He has given so many people such laughter over the last 161/2 years he will be sorely missed. I must admit I did cry as he was the last link with our friend who died in 1983 (09/08/93)just after he hatched. Digger will be missed. I took some pics of him on his night towel dying... The worst day of my life.