On Sunday morning our little GCC sadly died.
She loved to come into bed with you in the mornings, she'd push herself in under your jaw. Squish herself into any tight place and stay dead still for hours.
My Partner brought her into bed with him on the couch on Sunday morning and went back to sleep, then found her a few hours later, in the gap between the couch cushion and the back of the couch. She must have overheated.
The poor thing, she must have decided it was a cosy place and gone for gold.
She was such a precious thing, she'd just started learning tricks. She could wave, shake hands, and turn around.
My Partner is so devastated, he was so attached to her. She was living with him because she didn't get along with our birds at home at all.
Such a cute little thing. So determined too.








