We didn’t ask for each other’s company, and I wasn’t happy of the new responsibility.You’re quiet, and grunt at my presence. But you grew on me, and I enjoyed the sound of you moving in mornings, and how you accept a pumpkin seed, with resistant dignity. You’re moody, and I ignored you sometimes; I am moody too.
1 year passed.
Sometimes I would take you out, despite your grunting. I’d give a pumpkin seed afterwards; and you would reward in your own way. I was late in supplying your needs, but you were never loud. Lately you’ve been unhappy; and made it shown. Yesterday I began to make good a past promise, so I cleaned your cage, and set you in your temporary cage. You hopped around, and I would stop by every few minutes to check on you. You were quiet. But I realized it late, that I killed you. It was hot, and you can’t sweat. I doctored you the best I could, and you did get better, you were stubborn. But it was too much, and you passed in my hands, and we buried you.
Now your cage is clean.