Earlier today I walked into my bedroom to see my spunky little Bo lying on the floor of her cage, dead. I have no idea what happened to her, but Ross wasn't looking to good either. He's spending the night at the vet right now, under some intensive care.
Bo was a 20th birthday gift from my husband. I remember going to the pet store, seeing a tiny, beautiful male budgie and deciding on him. By the time the assistant came to put him in a box, one of the most beautiful birds I ever laid eyes on caught my eye. Bo was that gorgeous and I knew she was going to be that new addition to my flock. I pointed to that yellow and blue bird and said, "wait. I want her
!" Though I think all my budgies are beauties, none were quite as pretty as she was. Bye bye Bo Duke, fly free out there.