Thursday, December 24, 2009

Death takes a holiday... FUCK! Nevermind.

So it's Christmas Eve and I just finished washing the dirt from my hands. I guess I should have used a little shovel but I only had to dig a very small hole. Burying little birds is much easier than burying a cat or something large like that.

Fuck. I can't believe the poor little thing died. And today of all days. It's like some kind of cosmic fucking joke. Really.

I found him huddled on the floor of the cage. He was in really bad shape. I'm not sure what happened to him. I think that one of the bigger finches or the canary may have attacked him. He was the smallest of the bunch. Him and his partner. His partner is alone now. I checked him out and I couldn't find anything that looked broken or bloody. He lasted about an hour. Then he died.

So I picked him up. Said a prayer. Carried him to the "Pet Semetary" in my back yard. And buried him under the angel. With my cats and all the other pets that have passed in the last 10 years.


Only one left now.


Anonymous said...

I'd try and console you by offering a blowjob - but I don't live in Ft. Lauderdale so... I guess I'll settle with a MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Anonymous said...

and a rimjob too!

starbman said...

I'm sorry for the loss! It is a bad time for it to happen, but it is the way life is.

Robert A. Geise said...

Good Lard, Lad! Your luck...


Anonymous said...

Poor little birdie! At least he was loved for the short while he was on Earth! Could you possibly get his partner a new mate?

In any event... Merry Chrismas Nick!

Stan said...

Poor thing. I hope he didn't suffer much. R.I.P.
It's odd but I've taken the loss of a pet harder than some of the humans I've lost in my life. I wonder what that says about me?
Merry Christmas Nick. I love your blog.

Pick said...

Just saw this today. I guess I just didn't scroll down yestereday when I checked in on you.

Nick ... I'm sorry. Crappy crappy timing. I know no time is good for something like that but damn!

Thanks for being someone who cares about his friends, four-legged, two-legged, feathered and scaled.

Sir's Boy said...

Really sorry for that. I lost one last year a bit before the holiday and it ruined it for me. I understand. Best wishes for the new year and licks from Folsom!