On Sunday night sadly Poppy passed away.
While I sat there on the bed crying and thinking that maybe there was something more I could of done, I heard the little noises she used to make.
She had been very ill for a while and would go up & down alot in health.
I looked at the cage and nothing was there, her sister was running around on the bed. I turned back at her little body and the thoughts slowly creeped back in there.
once again I heard the noises. I looked around again and listened to see if it was coming from outside, but ever time I did this it would stop. I even got up once to listen outside.
The noise happened less and even stopped once I sopped thinking that i could of done more.
I wonder if that was her way of telling me not to think like that because I did all I could..?
I hope that's true.
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