Last Wednesday morning, I was not in good condition due to my health condition but I need to grind and visit my garden and my pet cat. I was shocked when a I saw the tiny fresh dead yellow bird on the floor. I checked him and I found his broken neck. I suspected that he accidentally bumped the window glass by his head while flying going to the food I prepared for them every day.
I buried the yellow bird here
How I love yellow bird but he was gone. He belongs to heaven but since.I.am taking care of them every morning, I felt the difference.I gave him a graveyard under the mango tree and I put white flowers for my love.
Disappearance of Spotty
Tuesday was the last day playing with him, though I was sicked. I thought that maybe he was just outside but until now, I never find Spotty anymore. I suspected that he was hitted by a car or they took him away from me again like Whitey.
I already knew to accept unlike the time of Whitey. Whitey was me since 2017, and that was the reason why I was really down.
Today or last night or even in the morning yesterday.I brought food but there was no shadow of Spotty in the garden.
The garden, the birds and the cats are one of the many reason how I became happy during my saddest day. I am hopeful for his return. Then,if not, I accepted it already. Those who took him away from me, thank you so much. I have a lot of pictures of Spotty and he would stay in my heart and for #caturday.
Wednesday Night
Celebrating the International Women's Day by watching the the full moon.
March 08 is also the birthday of my youngest granddaughter. She turned 6 years old. And was my 34th wedding anniversary if just my husband is alive.
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