i feel ya, had a pair of cockatiels, one was mine the other was my bros
got mine for my b-day, she died because she was fat, my bother cockatiel would always ***** at her, like husband and wife, it was actually cute. I thikn he made her eat herself obese. poor thing, she died when i was in the seventh grade, just before my birthday i didnt even have her for a year, before school i would sit in the bathroom stalls and say god you bastard why did you take her from me and cry.
actually after that event i stopped believing in god, only until i got into the 11th grade did my faith start to come back.