Cross Over of Myth

Sadie noticed her bird on the bottom of the cage and that he was limping. She picked him up and recoginized his feet were curled up and white as a ghost. She instantly begn to cry, because she realized he was dying. We had a small memorial for Myth as he was
"crossing over". More tears came from Sadie. I told her this was the hardest part of having animals as a pet. Myth has lived a good life (four years with us) and now has joined Buster in heaven.