Some might say, "It's only a bird. Buck up, and face the day". My cat, Mikey, died. He was 16 years old. I have so many Mikey stories. From the day I brought him home, he was a character. I knew he was failing. I decided to let him stay home, and pass away in familiar surrounds, with my two other cats. Cats hide their disabilities. It's hard to tell what's going on with them. I saw him trying to get into a chair and it was easy to see, he was in excruciating pain. I couldn't let him suffer. It was time for him. to go to the vet's. It was one minute, and he was home, and a second later, he was gone. This was about an hour before I had to go to work. That little cat was a part of my life for 16 years. There was no way I could go to work., I was a nurse at a large psychiatric hospital. I had to call out. I could have lied and made up a story that I was sick, He was only a cat. I told them that Mikey died, and I was way too emotional upset to come to work. To my surprise, they understood my grief They were kind, and told me to take the day off. I guess it was because of the business they are in that they understood. It's when you lose someone that you love, it's very hard. You need the time to grieve. It hurts so much, because you loved so much.
It’s a very hard thing to go through and I hope you soon get, not a replacement for Rosie (because she can never be relaced) but another bird to share all of that love you have to give with
. They would be blessed to have you!!!! 
