My pet duck called Goodgi is a very special friend to me.
Though I don’t even know when I bought him I always know
there is a special bond between us.
When I saw a bunch of ducklings near a shop I grabbed the fence
surrounding the ducklings.
I needed to get one because of their cuteness.
My mother got him for me and took him back in our car.
The very first time I took a closer look to him I knew we
would get along well.
After a few days settling in with his surroundings
he always called me.
When he did I’d picked him up and let him sit on my lap.
Then he slept tenderly making me feel so emotional.
He had soft feathers then the colours were yellow.
After a year in my house he was much bigger his feathers
were more of a cream colour and stronger now.
He was so affectionate everywhere I would go
in the garden he followed me.
He Sometimes bit my toes when I wore my sandals.
When I wore wellies and sit on the rock beside the pond,
he would jump into it then standing on my wellies,
trying to hug me.
Everytime I hug him I had to crouch down then hugging him,
he would put his neck on my back and I could
smell his feathers.
My mother says it smells like duck soup and
amazingly it’s true!
I made up alot of games with him.
Guessing where is the cabbage fishing with cabbage
and playing tag. The best was tag I had to run around a bucket of
water when he chased me sometimes he switched directions making
it harder for me to run but it was a enjoyable time with him.
My mother takes care of him but when I’m around he forgets about
her and puts his attention on me.
For the coming 3rd year of his life our family had to go on holiday,
leaving him with our neighbors to look after him.
I told him about the holiday and he seemed to understand and
gave a low-pitched quack. After when we came back he seemed ill,
but I didn’t even spend his few more weeks of life with him
I feel so regret and awful everyday.
In his dying moment I gave him a hug and I could still smell
that scent he always had.
Then looking at him his spirit left his body…
Now I still have some feathers when he was moulting stuck on
my P.C so it will remind me of the days but keeping me the
sorrow memory of his death…
He died when it was near Christmas 2000…
Amy
| Goodgi |
| Amy |