by moon willow » 03 Sep 2010, 22:57
Yes, my cockatiel one very fateful night about 18 years ago. I had been visiting some traveller friends on Bodmin moor and one accidentally
tipped a kettle of boiling water near where I was sitting and burned the backs of my calves. We got me home to my house and spent the night
putting cold compresses on me and I had a beautiful cockatiel I'd had for years who was very tame and would walk about on the living room floor.
My three cats then knew he was part of the family and would not even think of attacking him.
Well, I decided to sit on my rocking chair at one point and moved it slightly, looked down and realized to my absolute horror I had
caught my beloved bird under one of the rungs. I knew his life was over a few minutes later when my friend grabbed him and took him outside
and put him out of his misery....so I didn't technically kill him, but it was because of me he died that night in this horrible way.
The next morning, after us being up all night trying to cool my legs, I went to the doctor who sent me immediately to hospital and it was weeks before my burns healed, determined I was not to get skin grafted.
Has anyone else here had a night, or moment that felt utterly jinxed? As if things had spun totally out of your control and you were just a witness, incapable of changing what was happening?
However long the night, the dawn will break.
~ African proverb ~