Twitter bird, sleeping so sweetly on the bottom of the cage. The horror as I found you on the bottom of the cage. Miss T standing next to me, shielding her from the facts.
Brought you downstairs to tell her that you had left us... that you had died. The pain as I watched her heart break.
I don't know what happened. Where you too cold? Was there something wrong? Only yesterday you were giving me kisses! You had food, you had water, you had room, you were singing and squawking having a grand old time. Why did you go?
We are all heartbroken.
Tara is colouring your coffin box as we speak. I don't know where you are going to go though... we don't have a yard to bury you in.
Why did you have to leave?