Dawn's Digression.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Patrick
Patrick is dying. He will be gone by morning. Poor little fella. He is lying on his side in the bottom of the cage. I hate this. Where does one that lives in an apartment bury a dead friend? And, um, I don't touch dead things. Crap. I'm going to have to do this, aren't I? *sigh*Poor little fella that is actually a gal. Shush. Her name is still Patrick.
Dawn, 1:10 AM
