





Blue gouldian is dead - he was quiet all Sunday - was going to take him to the vet on Monday. 9 pm Sun night he has a spaz attack - looks like one of those people who think they have cockroaches under their skin (no mites/lice - every1 else is fine and they've been sprayed/dosed anyway). Convulsions slowly became twitches and by 10pm he wouldnt have voomed if I'd put four thousand volts through it! It's bleedin' demised! It's passed on. This gouldian is no more! It has ceased to be. It's expired and gone to meet its maker (well not literally coz his mum who is in the same cage just watched on with a 'just shut up and go to sleep' look on her face). This is a late gouldian. It's a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If I hadn't tossed it in the bin it would be pushing up the daisies. It's run down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-gouldian.
Yes, oddly this made me feel better!