My mom said it was not my fault, but I knew I killed the bird. Parakeets get hypothermia at about 65 degrees Fahrenheit, that’s re cold. How would you like an animal, that was your favorite to die in your arms of hypothermia? It would be sad wouldn’t it? To this day I still think that I killed the little bird.
That little gray fluffy bird I shall still remember through my life she shall always be in my heart and alongside me through my journey in life I will never forget you. If I could tell you this is what I would say.
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