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One of my parakeets died about fifteen minutes ago. The green one. The yellow one is a bit distraught and keeps singing and running around her cage looking at where the green one died, trying to find her.

I'm not entirely sure what killed her. I think it was similar to what happened to my blue one, a few years ago. She was about middle aged, for a parakeet.

I watched her have a seizure sort of thing. There really wasn't anything i could do. I had my dad pick her up and put her in the brown bag, because I couldn't get myself to touch her. My dad picked her up by her tail and dropped her in the bag I was holding. Ugh.

I took her outside and buried her by the tree near the far corner of our main lot, before the woods. My blue one is buried around there. i can't tell exactly where anymore because my parents dug out a lot of the bushed and chopped up some of the trees.

Tomorrow morning i'm going out to get another one. Budgies live in flocks, and if their human isn't around enough then they need at least one other bird to be friends with. They're quite social.

I"m not crying. Big girls don't do that. I"ll just go get a glass or two of my mom's wine. And you can take your admonitions about that not being the best way to deal and shove it.

Maybe I'll get a nice distraction tonight.