Yesterday morning my Grandma (who lives with us) discovered her little canary Michael had passed away. He hadn't been well the past few weeks... poor little guy. It was so sad, moments after her died Squeekers was sitting underneath his cage for the longest time, which she had never done before. I guess she knew. I've got a picture of him on a CD somewhere, I'll see if I can find it.
He was 8 years old. I was never very close to him, he didn't seem to like me very much but I'll still miss him. It seems strange not hearing him sing when I'm downstaires... we'll miss you Michael!
Until I'm able to find a picture of him, this is very similar to how he looked except he had more yellow in him.
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