Paprika. September 2006 - March 2007.
It began with me realising that she was dying of thurst. Of course I immeadietly took her to my mother and father. We spent the whole day, trying to give her water and keep her comfy. It was looking like she was to die, until, somehow, she lived. And within 5 hours she was in her cage, bouncing around as usual. But then, at 7:30pm, when they returned home from a night out, they found her cage, all over the floor, and a cat picking at her blood-stained fur. She had been killed by one of our six cats, even after us spending all day trying to keep her alive, I guess when I left the room, minuets before she was killed by the cats, and I said goodbye, I truley meant it.
I never wanted it to end this way for her. Even after her being ressurected, she was still brought to death by a cat.
I'm sorry, Paprika. I let you down.
I'll miss you forever and ever, my eternal love, Tai. xxx