R.I.P.
It's tough losing an animal. I remember not to long ago, I was close to a bird. He was in his cage this night, on his perch. I was in bed reading my book, and I just feel asleep, I guess. The thing was, because I feel asleep unexpectedly, I hadn't put a blanket over his cage. So I wake up in the morning to be greeted by his cold, limp, dead body on the bottom of the cage. He died from the cold. I know some of you guys might think it strange to become emotionally attached to a bird of all things. It's just something about small, harmless creatures that stick by you. When compared to us, they seem completely innocent in everything and will stick by you in thick and thin.
The opening posters picture of his dog has that look as well, a harmless innocent look and one that would stick by you no matter what. Well, R.I.P once again and just keep thinking positively. At least she had a good life, yes?
It's tough losing an animal. I remember not to long ago, I was close to a bird. He was in his cage this night, on his perch. I was in bed reading my book, and I just feel asleep, I guess. The thing was, because I feel asleep unexpectedly, I hadn't put a blanket over his cage. So I wake up in the morning to be greeted by his cold, limp, dead body on the bottom of the cage. He died from the cold. I know some of you guys might think it strange to become emotionally attached to a bird of all things. It's just something about small, harmless creatures that stick by you. When compared to us, they seem completely innocent in everything and will stick by you in thick and thin.
The opening posters picture of his dog has that look as well, a harmless innocent look and one that would stick by you no matter what. Well, R.I.P once again and just keep thinking positively. At least she had a good life, yes?