RosieLily
Forum Donator 2025/26
I am using this to vent a bit, I hope you don’t mind.
I lost Bruno a couple days ago. I didn’t get to spend much time together with him, he was very very sick and poorly when I found him. But the grief of losing him has been so strong that it’s hard to go on about daily life even. I suppose it’s because I’m just so angry. He never had a chance. He should have been bought by good owners with a lot of love to give, instead he was left to rot when the owner realised Bruno wasn’t just a pot plant that simply needs watering every few days. He was never given a chance.
He was so kind when I finally met him. Not scared at all, curious. He was in so much pain, some of which I had to cause when wrapping him, giving him meds, and he still would happily snuggle up in my lap. I couldn’t truly pet him, his skin caused him too much pain, but I could stroke his nose and cheeks a little bit. Whenever I did that he closed his eyes and just sat still. He had a lot of will in him, he really wanted to live. He was so curious, happy. But I suppose his little damaged body was just too broken.
I woke up today, all groggy, made some coffee. I went back to the bedroom to quickly grab some cozy socks, and then I noticed a little feather on top of my work table, where his cage used to be.
I am probably overthinking this. I am definitely overthinking this. But I can’t help crying and thinking it’s some sort of a sign. I have no idea where the feather came from, can’t be my bedding, can’t be from the outside. It’s -15 degrees C, the birds that haven’t gone to warmer lands are sticking to the centre of town. I have no idea how it got here, but it’s here. On the right side of the table, where Bruno’s cage used to be.
I really miss him. I so wanted him to live a good life.
I lost Bruno a couple days ago. I didn’t get to spend much time together with him, he was very very sick and poorly when I found him. But the grief of losing him has been so strong that it’s hard to go on about daily life even. I suppose it’s because I’m just so angry. He never had a chance. He should have been bought by good owners with a lot of love to give, instead he was left to rot when the owner realised Bruno wasn’t just a pot plant that simply needs watering every few days. He was never given a chance.
He was so kind when I finally met him. Not scared at all, curious. He was in so much pain, some of which I had to cause when wrapping him, giving him meds, and he still would happily snuggle up in my lap. I couldn’t truly pet him, his skin caused him too much pain, but I could stroke his nose and cheeks a little bit. Whenever I did that he closed his eyes and just sat still. He had a lot of will in him, he really wanted to live. He was so curious, happy. But I suppose his little damaged body was just too broken.
I woke up today, all groggy, made some coffee. I went back to the bedroom to quickly grab some cozy socks, and then I noticed a little feather on top of my work table, where his cage used to be.
I am probably overthinking this. I am definitely overthinking this. But I can’t help crying and thinking it’s some sort of a sign. I have no idea where the feather came from, can’t be my bedding, can’t be from the outside. It’s -15 degrees C, the birds that haven’t gone to warmer lands are sticking to the centre of town. I have no idea how it got here, but it’s here. On the right side of the table, where Bruno’s cage used to be.
I really miss him. I so wanted him to live a good life.