Birds are such smart creatures. I had a cockatiel named Baby. He got his name becaue the first thing he learned to say was "Hey, Baby". Coolest bird ever. At the time I only had one cat and the bird loved the cat. Surprisingly the cat didn't mind the bird either. But Baby would be on the floor walking around and spot the cat (Garfield). He then would proceed to chase Garfield around saying "Hey baby" "How bout a kiss" then give kissing noises. That is where Garfield drew the line...no kissing birds. Poor baby would be devastated cause all he wanted was to give Garfield a little lovin. They both died since then. Baby got really sick, laying on the bottom of his cage (of course, happened to be a weekend) but paid the vet bill to get him in. Just to be told that he is old and won't make it. But I was determined every hour to give him sugar water to boost his metabolism then lay him back in his cage. I did this the whole night thinking I woudn't have him the next morning. I slept on the floor with the cage by my side. Only to be woken up to him sitting on his perch saying Good Morning, now bout a kiss. My cat (who had to be put to sleep of the age of 21) was my best friend. He was suffering and blind due to age. That was the hardes thing I ever went through. I held him in my arms knowing I was doing the right thing, but when they started to inject the medicine in him, I swore he regained his eyesight, looked right at me and in own way asking me why I was doing that to him. I bawled for days and days. I decided to bring him back home with me and we made a little grave for him and later added Baby seeing they were the best of buds. Here is a picture of the memorial gravesite we built:
