Pet's Dying

Ah, touching story Isha.

My mother has never been fond of the idea of housing pets like cats or dogs. Because she had a bad experience with a cat when she was growing up. But I absolutely adore cats, and dogs are fun too. Our family convinced my Mom to allow a parakeet to live with us. I named it "Teapot." Unfortunatly, it only lived for about a week or two.

What happened was I made a fort for Teapot out of the couch sleeves and put her in there while I was watching Goof Troop, some many years ago when Goof Troop showed. My brother comes home from school and sits on that end of the couch, crushing the fort I had made for Teapot. I had forgotten about the fort when my brother came home, and eventually I yelled to my brother, "TEAPOT!" And I told him to get up, he sat on it. (I don't remember the gender of Teapot) It was straight up dead. Probably suffocated due to my brother sitting on it. We buried it in our backyard. My family has never had pets since.

Whenever I tell my friends this story, they think it's either sad, or they laugh at the party where I go "TEAPOT!" Hehe.

Jam it back in, in the dark.