Kazoo crossed over the rainbow bridge
Yesterday morning at 5am, I woke to find Kazoo in the floor of his cage barely moving and very cold. His tail--usually so expressive--was a straight line. So John and I held him and tried to get him warm. He licked John's hand as John transferred him to mine. I sat in our big chair with him cuddled to my heart, then an hour later he made some odd noises and died in my hands. I feel grateful that he didn't die by himself.
We showed him to Kayla, so she would know. She smelled him all over, then stepped back. I think it was strange to both of us to see our little animated and crazy Kazoo so permanently asleep.
John and I wrapped him in a washrag and buried him in our backyard.
I can't help but feel sad. We will miss him.