This morning, my daughter noticed her pet parakeet of two years was looking really sick. Which was totally unexpected. The bird was sitting at the bottom of the cage. It's feathers were fluffed out and it wouldn't jump on her finger. After a while my daughter came downstairs, pretty despondent, but composed, and I saw her off at the bus stop. When I got back inside, I checked on the bird and it had passed away.
It's a bummer. She was devoted to it, and never missed feeding it or giving it water or cleaning out its cage. Really cared for it. I thought we'd have this pet for several more years.
My wife and I are going to be waiting for her at the bus stop today so we can break the news to her when we get her back to the house. I know the wrong thing to do is to try to reassure her by saying that we will replace this pet with another one. I guess it will just take time.