Penelope passed away this evening. I found her acting sick again today. She couldn't keep her balance at all, not on perches or flat surfaces. She would sit in the corner or in the food dish huddled up and sleeping. I put the baby food in the cage, but she didn't seem interested in eating it. She just sat there and would let me scoop her up with no fight at all. I could feel her keel sticking out, so I tried to feed her, but she wouldn't take it. I have some quick medicine for digestive problems that she was drinking from the syringe in my hand. I put her back down in the cage, and she just kind of fell on her side and stay there looking up at me for help. I scooped her up again, and she died in my hand.
I don't know how to explain it, but when I first saw her today, I could just tell that she wasn't going to make it. She looked up at me and the expression in her eyes told me that she was just tired.
I am going to get her a little box for a casket and bury her in my flower bed. Ideally, I would like to get one big enough so that I can put her mate, Pep-Pep, in with her whenever his time comes.
Rest in Peace, my darling Penelope.
