Cheche by Jerica / Jerica

One day I went downstairs to see our chin Cheche and he wasn’t there. I thought oh dad must be cleaning his cage. A few weeks later I went back down and couldn’t find him so then I asked my dad “where’s Cheche” and he repied “he died” “how!” “Your brother fed him a crayon” and so Cheche chocked on a blue crayon which I was unware of. I miss you and will always love you!


My love will last forever,