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Sorry, well, anyways...
When I put him in the cage, I sat there and I put my hand beside him. He could barely breathe and I felt so useless. I felt, well, pissed, and it was at myself. I was so mad becuase I wasn't able to do anything else for him but be there until he died. My mom told me to clean myself up and then go back to him, and when I did that he had died. I picked him up and I gave him one last little hug, and I told him I loved him so much. I gave him a few kisses and I put him back in the cage. I covered some of his body in his bedding. My parents and I hugged and cried together. I can't even go back upstairs to my living room, becuase I get evn more depressed about it and I sart to cry whenever my parents phone home and ask me how I'm doing.
By Hammy, I'll miss you always.
 Naki-cool · Tue Nov 21, 2006 @ 10:03pm · 3 Comments |
