So Sunday I lost my bird and it’s by far been the worst animal death I’ve felt with, even worse than my childhood dog. Every second of everyday I think about it in one way or another. Here’s the issue
Friday he started to act weird and I didn’t think much of it. That night my and my mom fed him and gave him water and he ate and drank a bunch. I looked in his cage, and what appeared to be a full dish of food as seeds he left because he didn’t like them I guess. I never knew that. But it appeared full. I can’t remember the last time I fed him before Friday but I’m like 90% sure it had to be Monday. Because his water was to full for it to be any less and he wouldn’t have made it all the way through Saturday if it was any less. But here’s the thing
I feel disgusted at myself for not looking at his dish closer to see if it was empty like Thursday. So idk if he had food all of Thursday. And I’m mad at my mom because she mixed his food in with some other garbage last year that had those seeds in them. So if she never mixed them I would’ve been able to tell exactly when he needed more food. So idk if I’m to blame for not putting 2 and 2 together, if she’s to blame for mixing those. Because I never had a problem with that before. The way I could tell when his food needed refilled was when the bottom of his dish would barely show. So is it my fault? Her fault? Or should I try to let it go? I loved him and the fact his health was in my hands and I might have tampered with it makes my stomach sink
[link] [comments]
from Pets https://www.reddit.com/r/Pets/comments/nc162e/should_i_blame_myself_my_mom_or_let_it_go/
No comments:
Post a Comment