My bird is dead.
It will take me a while to write a proper piece in his memory. I'll need to find a good photograph, as well - I know one exists. But I just needed to say this, now. We were together for fourteen years - or was it only thirteen? I meant everything to him, and he was of great importance to me as well.
2010 was the worst year of my life. 2011 may be pretty bad too. But I'm starting over. Henceforward, I'm not who I used to be. And not because of the new year. 2010 was only one year, albeit a bad one. One year didn't contain the old me. But thirteen or fourteen years did. And they ended, for me, on the 31st of December, when I found that little feathered corpse, the best friend that I ever had.