I found him in his cage...
I've never had a pet die before. I've never had to hold my dead pet in my hand and walk with it, while shaking in shock. I've never had to ask my mother what to do with my dead pet. I didn't even know what to do. I just stood there, crying, asking my mom to help me with my dead bird. My bird. My poor, defenseless pet that depended on me for life. I failed it. I fucking killed my bird. I wasn't there while it was suffering, and dying. Nobody knew. My little white bird is gone.
Nothing is left but a memory.
Memory.
Like a river.
Always flowing.
And flying.
Like my bird.
RIP Yuki the bird. August 2004-May 2005
Nothing is left but a memory.
Memory.
Like a river.
Always flowing.
And flying.
Like my bird.
RIP Yuki the bird. August 2004-May 2005