Today I wasn’t in home. I was in a place near where my boyfriend lives. And today my father told me something that my uncle told him. This is obviously a post that I wrote after this happened.
My bird Yuffie, my orange canary, died today.
She was ill. A month ago she broke her right leg. It seemed like she was doing well, but she didn’t get better, and she needed medicine. The days when I was going to see my boyfriend were near, but she didn’t get better. I wanted someone of my family to take care of her, but no one said anything. So… what I could do is to left her in the place where my father has his birds.
She needed medicine. She couldn’t move at all. Obviously she died after two days. My uncle could get her into a cage and take care of her, but he didn’t. Knowing that I loved Yuffie as a daughter, he didn’t care about her at all.
I hate him now. And I hate myself for not being able to make her to get better. I feel like I owe my little bird a big apology, but I can’t do it.
I’m going to miss you so much, Yuffie. I love you, my little bird. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry for everything… I’m so sorry.