Damnit, this sucks. When I got home Otto was not in his usual happy mode but sitting quite calmly inside his home on the highest sport, just looking around. I took him out like I do always and sat him on my shoulder but still there was little action coming from my little friend. Normally he jumps, or flies rather, off me before I’m even close to the kitchen and lands on the sink. He liked it there and knew that when I had something extra for him I’d put it into the sink so he can make all the mess he wants. This time however he just sat there and made a bit soft noises like he did often when he was half asleep and half awake. So I just figured he was a bit tired or something and sat him on top of his home. Then the race was about to begin and Otto jumped from behind on my shoulder again. Normally when he was pretty wild sometimes I’d lock him inside so he wouldn’t fly into my view and mess up my race but he was so calm that this time I didn’t. After a couple of laps I thought he probably got bored when went back inside the home and stayed there for the remaining of my race. When I just finished the race and turned around to check on my feathered friend I saw him lying on his back on the bottom of his home. Somehow during the race he must have passed away. Just like that. Right now I feel guilty as hell for not giving him a bit more time this evening to find out if there was something wrong with him. In a way i think he was even trying to let me know.I can be such a asshole at some times, it’s just unbelievable. God I loved that bird and I know that I always will. Because of him being my first own pet he was something very special. And he was of course crazy as a doorknob so the two of us made quite a team. Rest in peace my little green friend, and thanks for all the fun we had over the past couple of years.