About a year ago my grandma died. There's a journal about it in the archive. The nice thing was, the Christmas before, my brother and my cousin chipped in and bought my grandpa this sweet little cockatoo that he named Dolly. After he lost Nana, the bird was pretty much his only company most of the time, and he really loved her. Well last week, a year later to the day that Nana died, Dolly flew away.

That fucking sucks. I want to hate someone for this, I don't know who.