Our poor canary, Petré, passed away this morning. My father decided to fiberglass his boat while my mother and I were out. We didn't know he was going to do it, or we would have moved the poor guy. When we came home, he was dead. I just feel so horrible. He could have easily lived for at least another few years.
He used to be so happy all the time and would always sing for you whenever you came over to say hello. He was a great bird and no other could ever replace him.
My father feels so terrible. He wants me to go with him sometime this week to buy my mother another one. It might make her feel a little better.
This has been such a bad week. First Foo-Foo, and now this. I don't know what to do. I just can't stop crying. This has been a horrible year.
Goodbye Petré
He used to be so happy all the time and would always sing for you whenever you came over to say hello. He was a great bird and no other could ever replace him.
My father feels so terrible. He wants me to go with him sometime this week to buy my mother another one. It might make her feel a little better.
This has been such a bad week. First Foo-Foo, and now this. I don't know what to do. I just can't stop crying. This has been a horrible year.
Goodbye Petré