It was a rough day today, but I cried less than I did yesterday so it was a little bit better. We aren't going to have a chance to bring Stuka's body in for cremation until Saturday morning so we had to put him in the freezer. The table on the landing is our pet mausoleum and now our kitchen is a morgue. Oy. If I think too much about him being in there, it sets me off. I'll be much better once we get his ashes back and I can put them with Bungee's. I'm sure they're having a ball in Heaven now that they're together again. Here's a pic from better days:

That's Stuka on the left and Bungee on the right. I promised Mr Moo I would not buy anymore birds if he promised to keep an open mind about adopting or fostering some in the future. He's not a big fan of having birds in the house. If it was up to him, we would never have another. I think I might be able to talk him into rescuing some down the line though. We'll see.