On returning from the vets, Raspy got rapidly worse. It was alarming. As she was struggling to stay on the perch, I held her in my hands, close to my chest. She was still straining. I tried to administer painkiller but she would not open her beak.
For the next hour I just held her & told her she was my beautiful little girl & that we all loved her. Strangely, you could hear a pin drop. The boys were completely quiet. No mean feat for them. I paced the room, holding Raspy, trying to keep her warm & comfortable. After about an hour of this, she gave a twitch of her shoulders & that was it. My beautiful baby was gone.
About 5 minutes after she passed, the toyboys started tweeting again.
I carried on holding her for another hour, unable to let her go.
She was so soft & so beautiful.
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