Jun 23, 2010 21:21
My family might have to sell our birds.
If you've spoken to me about my pets, you'll know that I love my Chester, my African-Grey Parrot that I've raised since he was a bald little derp who couldn't eat from a syringe without making a huge mess.
... You know how I was saying a couple posts back, "'Tis dearness only that gives everything value"?
Well. I didn't think my heart would be breaking over the idea of losing my little Chester. He's not even fully grown yet and I have to let go? I don't want to let go. I don't. If it's money we need, I'll give my dad my birthday money. Naive as it may sound, I just... I don't want to sell Chester because you can't put a price on a bird like that.
I'm slowly calming down, but... I just don't want to let go. Call me a kid, but... I can't imagine someone putting Chester in a cage and leaving my house with him in their car without wanting to cry.
general: family,
other: excuse me while i wipe away tears,
other: hate this emotional stuff,
other: angst angst angst,
general: life