My canary passed away yesterday. It was very sad because I hadn't had him for more than a few weeks (I hadn't even settled on a name), and he had clearly been very ill for a very long time. I got him 'free' from a pet store, where he had sat, on his own, in a small, dingy cage, for what seemed like forever. They said he stopped singing after he moulted once: A bad sign. I took him home and quickly realised he was not in good condition at all. His claws were over grown, and one foot missing a toe. He couldn't perch or fly, and fell over all the time. And despite seeming like he was eating for England, he was very thin, with no muscle. And his vent was dirty, too. I gave him everything I could to try and get him on his feet. Space, light, food, supplements, treats. After a few days he was more lively, could fly around a little, and get onto the perches (but not stay on them, he slept on the floor). Then he started getting worse again - he would fall and not be able to get back up. He would struggle around for ages, and even ate whilst lying on his side. After a few days (about a week after I got him home) I took him to the vet, who said there didn't seem to be any obvious infection, his eyes were bright enough, and he was trying to eat. He said I was doing everything I could with the proper feeding (which no doubt canary had been denied in the pet store - I only ever saw him sitting on the seed dish) and whilst he seemed happy I was to wait and see if the supplements helped. The problem was probably neurological, probably long term - though for how long it had been going on I don't know. He didn't look skinny, not until you actually blew back the feathers. I noticed the falling over was still getting worse (and I was considering having him put to sleep). Yesterday morning he seemed lethargic and was really struggling. I popped him in the food bowl to eat, and gave him some veggies. Later he seemed very sleepy. Then I went out for a while, and came back and he was slipping away. He died in my hands. He was a skeleton. I'm so upset that the pet store owners didn't even notice he was sick. I'm going to miss him; he always cheeped when I came in the room, and flew to my hands when I put seed in. He had a funny way of sitting there muttering away whilst pecking my fingers in between eating, probably not sure if he really liked my hands being there but really wanting the food. At least he isn't suffering any more, but it is so, so sad.