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I originally started this sketch after seeing the movie "Rio" a few months ago. It touched my heart deeply, as my parrot was a wild-caught bird as well, and we were very, very close.
I now retouched this picture, and I am choosing to upload it now, after recent events.

He was an African Gray parrot. He was caught in the wild in Africa, and was given to my mom after my grandma died. I have known him all 18 and a half years of my life. You never would have guessed he was a "wild" bird. He was sweet, intelligent, funny, and the most beautiful bird I've ever known. Whenever I was lonely or sad, I would sit in front of his cage and he would look at me, sometimes making cute little noises to try to cheer me up.
He knew when he was being funny. He had about 80 different ways of saying his favorite word, "wow", and other words in his vocabulary included "Wha", "hi", "ciao", "amore", "hello", and many more I cannot think of right now. He also made various kissy noises, and every whistle you can imagine. He would try his hardest to make me laugh, and when he succeeded, he would laugh along with me, making me laugh harder.
Every night before I went to bed I would kiss him on his beak and he would make kissy noises back at me.

This bird was my best friend.

And last Tuesday, we noticed he was getting sick. He hadn't been eating, he vomited, and had diarrhea. He was very sleepy.
My mom and I were instantly worried, and she took the next day off work so we could take him to the vet. We ended up having to take him to the emergency room, and he was so sick and weak he could barely keep his eyes open. He stayed there overnight for several nights, and with various medicines and lots of time, he started to look better. But it didn't matter.

He died yesterday.

And I don't know what to do with myself any more.