I came into the kitchen to feed the baby budgies. They were crying as usual. The oldest baby had been trying to escape the make shift brooder for a couple of days. Today he made it from under the towel and glided to the floor. I turned around just in time to see my Yorkshire terrier kill it.
I can not believe how heart broken I am. I'm so angry and so sad at the same time. My little Yorkie don't even know he did a bad thing. To him the baby was a squeaky toy. He was looking at me to play with him, wagging his tail.
If only I had a proper brooder this might not have happened. I want to scream and cry at the same time.
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