It was obvious from about lunchtime that she was going. She found a quiet shady spot in the garden and settled down, but her breathing became more laboured. I lay down beside her earlier syringing water into her beak, but then she didn't want any more.
I spent the last half hour with her, just waiting.
My husband arrived home, came out to see us, and she had a heart attack and died a few minutes later. The last few moments were awful, and I'm relieved that my DH was there with me.
She was such a lovely girl. So friendly, so willing to be cuddled; always the first to try new food.
I'll miss her so much.