That's a story in its self. The gas station I go to, I see the same cashier. One day I saw her in the grocery store with a bottle of Hartz parrot food (cringe) I thought that food was banned. We got to talking and I told her I had a wild caught White Front Amazon and we would chat about birds and I would tell her the funny things Bugsy did and she would tell me about Paco, he was a 21 year old CAG. Then I had to tell her that Bugsy was at the vet. 2 days later she asked me how she was and with tears in my eyes I told her I had to help her cross the rainbow bridge. She told me she was looking to rehome Paco. She worked two jobs and didn't have time for him. I asked her if she was sure he was a CAG and she said yes. We agreed to meet. Paco was in terrible shape, underweight, cage 3ft deep in soiled paper and he smelled. I knew I had to take him. His long story of neglect is horrifying. Bugsy passed March 13, 2019 and I brought Paco home on March 19. His cage is still up. I feel that if I take it down, I'm admitting he is gone. I know he is but I still talk to him and keep our routines. I still can't go a day without crying my heart out.