Was I to blame?
My little Jordan was 8 1/2 years old when he flew to heaven but I can’t help thinking I was to blame.He’d recently had a new cage built outside and he loved it, it was really big. One night though we were late back from work and he’d been left outside till gone 8pm, he was fine but I was concerned as it was getting a little chilly. That night I knew something was wrong, he’d let you touch him which wasn’t like him at all. I went to work the next day and he seemed fine, chirping at me as usual.
I came home though to find him lying in the bottom of the cage. I was devastated, deep down I knew I shouldn’t have left him that morning. He died all alone & I keep thinking if I’d not been late home the night before he’d have been brought in before it got chilly & he’d have been alright.
I sincerely hope that it was just his time to go to heaven…but I’ll never forgive myself for being late home that night.
Love you always, Jords,
| Jordan |
| Kate |