[AND THE TRAGIC ACCIDENT -- THE DEATH OF MY LITTLE BIRD -- BECAUSE I KNOW MANY OF YOU HAVE EXPERIENCED TRAGIC ACCIDENTS TOO]
I have been reading all of the tragic things that have been happening to everyone, I have been lamenting the loss of my little Hannah 11 months ago today, and I was lying on my bed looking for a poem to post for Hannah's memorial tonight.
I had moved Babe's cage well out of reach of the new dogs. But I would let him out and he would get on top of his cage. He was in there just whistling his pretty little tune and I had thought of going to get him to bring him in my room with me. All of a sudden, I heard him screaming and I heard the dog. I dashed it there and grabbed him up. He was still alive and I ran over to my neighbor's. He was still alive, but only for a few minutes.
My little bird that I raised is DEAD. I KNEW I was supposed to learn how to appreciate what I still have, yet I still haven't paid much attention to him because I have been so consumed with grief over Hannah and just self-absorbed.
I AM HOLDING THIS little bird that I had raised. I have had him for about six years, but I always loved Hannah the most. That little bird was Hannah's friend, and he loved me very much. I think he may have gotten down on the floor to head in here when the dog got him.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I KNEW that dog was watching him. I tried to be careful. I moved him to a safe place, I closed the latch on his cage every time I left home.
I hate myself, and I hate those both of those dogs now. I should have never gotten them. I really don't know what I was thinking. I can't seem to do anything right these days. My little bird is dead, and I haven't seen Hannah in almost three months. What in the world is happening here? What in the world have I done now? What in the world am I going to do?????
Oh God, I'm so scared. I'm so scared. I don't know what to do. How could I have put the little bird in such jeopardy? What am I going to do now?