Boy you aren't just kidding there. When Beulah died after having a tumor removed I cried for two days. Mavis was a little easier since I knew it was coming. But she didn't suffer, since I attended to all her needs and made sure she was in no pain in anyway.
I had stayed up with her into the wee morning hours that night and after I fell asleep on the couch next to her cage, she had come out and laid on the stand next to the couch and died. I guess she wanted to be sure she was next to me and not alone. Makes me tear up thinking about it. But I have good memories and photos, wouldn't of traded the time with them for anything.