he.

Was fairly blur and grumpy when I woke up yesterday morning.


Don't ask me why. Its a dumb reason.


But when I went downstairs, my mood totally changed from:


( #=_=) ----------> ( * u*)b

Guess what happened?

















My mum found this outside our house! : DD
This little guy was limping around my dad's pond... so...


My mum, being my mum, decided that it must have hurt itself somewhere.
(Which was pretty obvious...)


Me, being me, decided that we should keep it till it gets better...


...AND secretly named it.


"Finnian. Haha it sounds like a dog... so...
Finny for short." *snickers*


I know it doesn't sound anything like a bird's name...


Aaaaaanyway, we moved Finny...







...into his newspaper-stripped-and-used-to-be-tortoise-container nest : D




(A close up of Finny in his temporary new home)


.


During breakfast...


"Ling (as in darling), when you go out later, go buy a bird cage for it la."(Mum)


"Hmm, ok then."(Dad)


Its Finny, and its a HE...


"Later when I go work you'll bring HIM to a vet?"(Me)


"Is the vet even open on Sundays?"(Mum)


"If it doesn't get any better we'll see la."(Dad)


He will get better by himself?! Ok...
And like I said, he's Finny now,
and it's a HE! (They didn't know I named him...)


.


When I finished breakfast and went to see him again,
he was having spasms.


He went twisting and turning in his nest,


then stop,


then twist and turn all over again.


So I stupidly though that he's just in pain,
and moved him into a more comfortable position,
and went to change my clothes.


It's like he's having a mini stroke...



Then...























It happened so fast.


He died within the 15 minutes I'm not around.


I went totally numb, and my mood went:


( * u*)b ---------> *expressionless*


"Ma, I think he died."


"Poor thing. Never mind.
I'll ask papa to bury it when he gets back."


AND how many times do I have to say...


...he's Finny,


and he's a HE dammit!


.


I think I'm doomed to never have pets.
Animals always die if they have anything to do with me.
My fighting fish died and both my hamsters
were eaten by cats.


Yes, EATEN.


I mean, come on,
even my dad's goldfish live longer than them!


.


So, lastly:


R.I.P.
Finny a.k.a. Jack Sparrow.
(Hope you had a good laugh before you pass on : D)