This morning, our parrot Bogi died. My parents say it was viral, something sudden we couldn't have prevented. I still feel guilty, though. I neglected him the past few days because I was so twisted up in my own selfish concerns...and now he's gone. Bogart Shaw has passed this world.
I feel empty. I cried my eyes out till I fell into an uneasy sleep. Then I woke up, and cried as I had to bury him. No more will we hear his chirping or squaking. It seems so silent in the house. He was supposed to live. He was supposed to see me through college, and my children were supposed to see him. He was more than 20 years old, but he still had another 30 years....I hate this feeling so much.
Now christmas is coming up and all I want to now is something I can't have; to go back in time and spend just a little more moments with Bogi. My girlfriend wants me to go to some christmas party tomorrow night with some friends...I think I'm just gonna stay home. I should get out, but I just feel like I can't, like it's not right. Maybe I should go...sleep could settle some of this.
All I know is that things are different. I won't be wholly the same as I used to.