I had a much lover budgie about 40 years ago, Buddy, who I adored. He was such a sweetheart and I taught him to say Who's your buddy, Birds can't talk, and various mixes of the two phrases. He had a metabolic problem that caused his beak to overgrow and I had to have it trimmed every few months. One day when he was about 5 years old I had the bird store where I got him do the trim and he died in the guys hand. I completely fell apart. Screaming You killed my bird! The store emptied out quickly. They offered me another budgie but I refused and I left with his empty cage and a heavy heart. It took me three years to go back and select another Buddy. New Buddy wasn't the same but he was a delightful budgie in his own was and lived to a ripe old age of 13 before succumbing to kidney failure.
A new budgie did not replace Buddy but I loved having a budgie too much to live without one. A new budgie won't replace Gus, but you enjoyed Gus, and you would enjoy a new budgie. My life wouldn't be the same without budgies. It would be so quiet and boring. We cry every time one of our budgies passes away, but we will always have budgies. They're so worth the mess and inconvenience.
