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Sunday, May 09, 2004
i found a young pigeon, still unable to fly, on friday. kept it for two days in my room. found it dead this evening. in such a short time, i realised i'd become rather attached to it, being the sentimental sop that i am. even though the bird would have died anyway if i'd left it alone, i still feel guilty for its death. this morning it looked so lifely, flapping away as if learning to fly, and the leg that was lame was getting better i thought. i fed it and went out the whole day. when i came back around six, it was dead in its cage, covered in red ants. i don't know why it died, and that's the worst thing. was it the food i gave that killed it? was it the ants, attacking the already injured bird? (what a horrible way to die) or perhaps it was already sick at the time i found it?

i had lots of pets when i was younger and had seen many of them die for various reasons. yet it never got easier. by this age i though i'd outgrown this kind of childish attachments, but it seemed i was sadly mistaken.

blog of someone who's going crazy, or else getting enlightened. sometimes it's hard to tell the difference, you know? i'm a jack-of-all-trades who dabbles in photography and martial arts (not at the same time), reads books of every description, keeps stray animals and tries to pass exams in my free time. That was then. Now I work, and work and work, and I don't know what possessed me but I find myself bloging again. And no, I didn't forget to take my pills this morning.

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