We got Jake when he was 2 years old and we knew something was wrong. Me and my sister worked at a shop at night times jake never showed he was ill, but then he started gunking up all his food then he wouldn’t talk. He was a good talker and a good whistler, but all that stopped. Then one night he fell of his perch. I had to go to work but I knew I wouldn’t see him again so I said goodbye. Then when I got home he had passed away so we buried him in the back yard and I miss him so much.
With deep love,
| Jake |
| lisa |