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When Pets Commit Suicide

I don’t know why I wanted to touch her. She was dead. She was cold. She was wet. She was also hard and bloated. I realized this once I touched her, and recoiled immediately. There wasn’t any sign of the Sara I knew and being as young as I was back then, it scared me. I ran out of the woods and locked myself in my room.

Sara had always been such a happy little soul. I wondered why she had jumped. She knew she couldn’t swim. She knew she couldn’t fly. Didn’t she realize how much her suicide would hurt all of the people that loved her? Didn’t she realize the impact her life had on me??

Was it worth it Sara? Was it really worth it??