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Tom's dead. He was staggering around and looking really disoriented yesterday, so I knew it was coming. I felt horrible, though, because the power went out as this was happening and my mom made me spend the night with them at Grace's house. Basically we sat in the air conditioning while he sweltered in the heat on the verge of death. I was so angry at my mother. It was like leaving a puppy locked in the car on a summer afternoon.
But she was feeling (rightly) guilty, so apparently she walked back to our house in the middle of the night to stay with him. Nothing like a good combination of guilt and alcohol. Ken went and picked her up this morning before I went to school and from the tone of her voice I knew he was dead. She's really bad at hiding that stuff.
Anyway, long story short, I came home from school and checked his cage and there was a bundled up towel where Tom usually was. I only just now went to look at his corpse.
I won't be able to really grasp the situation until the football game is over. I can't afford to be a baby about it now.
Speaking of which: 2 hours and 16 minutes until the game. Go Rams. *weary air punch*
But she was feeling (rightly) guilty, so apparently she walked back to our house in the middle of the night to stay with him. Nothing like a good combination of guilt and alcohol. Ken went and picked her up this morning before I went to school and from the tone of her voice I knew he was dead. She's really bad at hiding that stuff.
Anyway, long story short, I came home from school and checked his cage and there was a bundled up towel where Tom usually was. I only just now went to look at his corpse.
I won't be able to really grasp the situation until the football game is over. I can't afford to be a baby about it now.
Speaking of which: 2 hours and 16 minutes until the game. Go Rams. *weary air punch*