4th March 2004, 10:13 PM
An actress commented on the papers today that its the silent ones who are the strongest. Well, guess I'm not.
4-3-04:I awoke this morning and found a dead bird by the corridor. I was slightly amused by the absurdity of finding a dead bird by one's door step early in the morning but then the sadness set in. It was the same bird that had been flying to my place for the past few weeks. I had grown to look forward to seeing and hearing it every morning. It brought joy with its company and melodious singing. But now I'm saddened by the void it had left in my heart with its departure. It is not unlike losing a long lost friend, a close companion.
Thing is, I had thought abt the joy this bird has brought me and was just wondering not too long ago about the pain I would experience should it leave. It was a wild bird and I could never have kept it even if i wanted too but i had hoped that one day perhaps, i could. Now, it'll never be possible.
5th March 2004, 12:04 AM
my condolences then....
5th March 2004, 12:34 AM
5th March 2004, 10:51 AM
Originally Posted by iamasaint
, did it die of bird flu??
Don't be too sad, maybe it loved you too much that it came to see you
with its last breath. Sweet memories last forever. If you have kept it, it might have died even earlier as wild birds do not like to live in captivity.
Last edited by innovas1; 5th March 2004 at 10:53 AM.
5th March 2004, 12:52 PM
Thanks guys. I wish I could add on to what you guys have said but I dun know how or what.
Your sharing of thoughts are much appreciated.
5th March 2004, 02:28 PM
I would think of bird flu immediately and call in a pest team to get rid of the yucking dead body.
5th March 2004, 04:44 PM
Your story is an anology of events that had happened in your life, I suppose.
Anyway I hope you feel better after unloading the emotional burden. Life will have to go on as it had millions of years. Events good or bad is an experience to savour in this journey. At the end you will realise it is the journey and not the destination that matters.
5th March 2004, 04:52 PM
5th March 2004, 05:56 PM
take heart friend! cheers!
5th March 2004, 06:51 PM
about loss and letting go..
It is part of life to handle death...life is transient, we should treasure the present.
if not for sadness, how would we know what happiness is?
16th March 2004, 11:44 AM
thanks for the comfort. The bird that died wasn't the same bird after all. The one that I have come to be close to has returned and has been singing and chirping merrily again!
For those who had been concerned abt bird flu, thanks for your advises. I'm sure you meant well but this little sharing of the bird incident shouldnt be taken too literal. It is very much an analogy.
Cheers mates! I'm off to shoot again!
16th March 2004, 11:59 AM
16th March 2004, 12:14 PM
17th March 2004, 01:07 AM
my hamster died 2 years ago.
We had always thought that he was fat and lazy. Even made fun of him by calling him 'tubby'. He was adorable and would often make half-ass attempts to grab at food presented to him. We laughed at his obese nochalance.
One day, he refused to eat and just sat in his cot, between feathers of wood flakes and dust, eyes half opened. He was breathing heavily so my mom brought him to the vet. The vet examined him and told my teary mom that the 'fat' in his tummy was a tumor and had turned cancerous. The only inevitable was to put him to peaceful sleep. Knowing that he must be in tremendous pain, and shocked by the truth of his condition, my mom numbly agreed.
As the needle pumped my hamster full of barbiturates, my mom saw him raise his tiny eyes to meet hers, and started tearing. He then rested his head down on my mother's palm, prostrating himself. His breaths fading into stillness; he left us.
I was at work and only knew this after he was cremated. As my teary-eye mom sobbed to me between gasps, I stiffened into rock. I don't know why, but i changed and went for a jog. As i ran hard against the cold chill of November, my panting was overtaken by racking heaves of a coughing cry. I must have ran a long time that day.