When I was a toddler I had a pet stickleback from the canal, it lived in a milk bottle on the kitchen window sill next to the sink lol

And one day my pops emptied the bottled down the sink

Later during my teen years I had a pet crow we found on the country roads as a chick, I named him Damien (after the movie Omen)

I fed him dog food and raised him till he was big and then I had to let him free, it hurt to let him go but it was the best thing to do I think.

Now everytime I see a crow sitting on a tall chimney and caw-cawing I think it's Damien


awwwww that's a sweet little story.