Dear little Darcy who lived with me for several months and then went to live with my brother-in-law because was concerned that Biggles preferred to be an only budgie!
Darcy though timid lived a happy life with Phil Cath and Jess and when Jess went to live in Preston she took Darcy with her. He started to be less timid and was coming onto her finger and letting her stroke his tum.
He was fine on Sunday and Monday but when Jess got up Tues darling Darcy had died during the night. She was so upset and rang her Dad in floods of tears - so much so that Dad couldn't understand a word she was saying. Eventually she was able to tell her sorry story.
I spoke to her and commiserated with her as I know how hard it is to lose a darling budgie. I received a tx from Jess saying that the manager on the apartment site showed her where she could bury Darcy and he dug a hole for her and placed a twig to mark the spot until Jess can perhaps find a stone to put there.