Last night I was sobbing for hours. I remember you and the day I gave you away, the circumstances around it. The family I gave you to seems like a good family. I could see the little boy loves animals and as soon as he saw you, he adored you already. I knew in my heart they would treat you well.
Things were good when I first had you but years went by and it went progressively worse both my health and financially. I couldn't take care of you and I knew you deserved better. I was heartbroken but I'm glad I brought you to the family myself, that way I got to meet them in person and see their living environment. You caught the little boy's attention as soon as I let you out of the cage. He couldn't stop looking for you as you were exploring the house. He kept talking about you the whole time I was there. Things got significantly worse after that, I spent several hours in the emergency unit twice, I remember thinking I'm ready to leave this world because I know you are in good hands.
I'm in a much better place now, but there is no way I can find you again. I've lost all the info due to moving and everything that happened after I gave you away and it's been too long. I never stop thinking about you. I wish you warmth and affection wherever you are, whoever is taking care of you now.
I don't mind helping animals in need, they are souls too. But I can't bring myself to have another pet, you are my first and last.