One of my ginny pigs died this afternoon.
I sat there on the floor hopelessly watching it get closer to it's inevitable end.
.. breathing heavily and it's eyes glazed..
I could not find the exact words to stop my little sister from crying.
and yes, I did cry as well.
Not just because I felt so attached to Pumkins but because life is fragile and the world we live in utterly corrupted.
I should be more careful with my words the next time I lash out at someone.
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