RIP Ms. Samhain...
Ms. Samhain was an African Weaver Finch that I rescued, along with her 2 male companions, 11 years ago when I stopped in a pet store to pick up some supplies and found them jammed together in a teeny cage that was suitable at most for travel, but not for living.
She lost her companions a few years back, but has seemed pretty content without them. Last year she started having balance problems on her perch, and took to hanging out on the floor of her cage, so I moved her food and water to floor dishes and made sure she was bedded on soft pine shavings. This winter, she was having a harder time staying warm, so I moved her cage near the space heater I've been keeping under the bird's cages.
So her passing during the night was expected and yet unexpected. She was a good little bird. I hope her friends are waiting for her over the Rainbow Bridge.
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i am so sorry for the loss of your friend 
Are African Weaver Finches the cute little birds I've seen in the aviary at Petco whose group conversations with each other sound like miniature traffic jams with high frequency beeps like little horns?
I just looked up bird lifespans and Ms. Samhain may have lived 10x the lifespan little wild birds normally live, although some do beat the odds. You gave her a long life, and with her bird companions, and your kind attention, a happy life.
I bought a pair of zebra finches, Mr. and Mrs. Minnever back around '93. I ended up with a couple dozen of them in a large aviary that took up a good chunk of my living room. Mamma and Pappa Minnever lived 14 years or so. The most amazing thing, though, was their last baby, Hannah Finch. My avian vet was shocked that Mrs. Minnever was still laying eggs at her age. I can't remember what year it was now, but she was probably 10 or so.
Imagine my surprise when little Hannah finch hatched on Christmas day. Hannah was disabled, her legs couldn't support her initially, and splayed out to either side. Mamma abandoned her and Pappa early on, and took up with one of her sons 
. So Mr. Minnever raised Hannah by himself. I set her up with a serie of little nests around the top of the cage that enabled her to "perch" by bracing her legs. One leg was stronger, so on the floor of the cage she could get around a bit by bracing the weaker leg against the side of the cage. Every night I'd get home from work and find her on the floor of the cage, unable to get back to the nests, so I'd put her back in her nest. The next day, she'd try to fly again and I'd find her on the floor again. She got stronger over time and eventually was able to take off like little shot off the bottom of the cage. She'd crash into the wall where it met the top, and then fall into the nest. :lol:
Eventually I moved her into another cage with a brother, and would let them free fly around the living room in the evening. She used to dive bomb my cockatoo, Cody Carrottops!
My mistake, though, was in moving her in with her brother. When she was 2 years old, she started trying to lay egg. It was too much for her little body. She laid one egg on Good Friday, and was severely weakened, and possibly injured, by the effort. But she refused to leave her nest. That Easter Sunday, I found her dead in her nest, laying on that egg and a second, half-sized egg. 
But all she wanted to do was live a complete bird's life, and I think she did that in her 2 years. She didn't get to raise her eggs, but she got the joy of sitting on them.
I hope the good memories of those 11 years you had together will help ease the sadness and cause you to smile when you think of them.
When you cross over. I hope all of my pets are. Heaven will be full of critters when I get there - if it is to be heaven at all.
I'm sorry for your loss. Birds are such individuals once you get to know them.