He was never quite rite since I got him. His poop was always watery and then whe he had the tilted head. The doctors never really gave me a diagnosis. The move was strenuous on both of them. I never grabbed them or kept them in a cage u til I was selling my coop. They both don’t like this apartment. I really want to see the autopsy. If he did have a heart condition or cancer I wouldn’t have treated him for that anyway. Everything was so sudden. The bird was grasping to. Bread. I have to keep reminding myself I did the humane thing. I hope. I don’t know why I still believe in miracles.