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She cringed. There was a wound on her belly, where the dog had picked her up. She blinked once and looked to see a human above her, the one who had made some sort of noise that made the dog drop her.
It didn't matter, though. Death was waiting to devour her, and if there was one thing to do was to accept it. She attempted to close her eyes again, but her last breath was gone.
She would not be in a never ending sleep.
She would be dead.
©2008-2009 ~MissTown
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a terribly written piece about a bird that was hurt, my stupid dog picking her up, and thebird dying.
I burried her by Piccolo.
I'm pretty sure my dog is afraid of me now, and knows how pissed I am, but I can't blame her because she had no idea what she was doing.
I call the bird Amore, which means 'love' in Italian.

All I can say is I'm sorry for Sadie's actions, Amore.


I'm awful at handling death, even of things that I've only know for a moment.

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Aaaaw D: I'm crap at words, so I'll just send virtual hugs *hug hug*
:iconmisstown:
that's good enough for mee <3

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I like the part about death devouring her
<3 Amore

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