A little over 5 years ago, I was wandering the mall in a rather dejected manner. It was winter, my entire family had moved out of state, and I was stuck in a crappy little rental. My wanderings took me into the petstore. In the window, in a plexi box, sat a dejected looking fanci parakeet. She was all alone too. As wondered if I should get her or not, a fly entered the box and flew right at her.
When she ducked, I knew I had to bring her home.
The first month, she sat in her cage, I had left it open (the whole front opened on this cockitiel sized cage) with a ladder sticking out at an angle. Sitting on a low book shelf next to my computer, the end of the ladder ended about a foot from me.
Penny slowly tamed herself, coming to me rather than me forcing myself on her.
This poor little dejected and rejected bird turned into the sweetest thing. in the over 5 years I owned her, she never once even nipped me. Not even when the vet gave her an injection of antibiotics.
The last 4 days were the hardest. She has been sick for the past 2 weeks, and I tried everything to get her better, but the past 4, she could barely move around the cage and all she did (aside from eating and drinking) was cling to the back of my neck for warmth and companionship.
Today she has none of that. She got to the point where she could not cling to me anymore around 3ish.. I held her till 4 when she finally breathed her last.
Farewell my fine feathered friend..
Penny before this all happened:
The last couple of hours: