Dear little feathered baby,
I am sorry you had to suffer for those last few hours of your little life. When the doctor came and told me there was something else wrong besides you being egg bound I knew what I had to do. I guess I knew months ago that you had something wrong with you and then you started losing weight, and not being yourself. So today I let you go, it broke my heart but it was best for you… I promise you that I will always love you, you were a wonderful friend and helped me through alot. Don’t pick Zorro’s ears silly girl
I love you,
| Diana Marie |
| 28, Jan 2003 |
| Margaret Easley |