My 8 year old lovebird died a few days ago.
His name was sherbet but the nicknames include: chicken, rodent, animal, (the) bird, birdhead, mango, weirdo… And because of that, now everything reminds me of her
I held his body in my hand cried for hours. We went to gradma’s yard with my brother to burry him, I broke down crying while digging so my little brother finished it for me.
Our home is just too silent without him, I miss him so much
this is the peak of human engineering, this is what we have been working for since the dawn of humanity, this is the end, the perfection.