My poor little love birds. I loved them to death, and they were my best friends when I was 12. It was so sad the day I came back to find them lying in the bottom of the cage, with dry empty food dishes. I knew it had been my fault.
I hadn't really been home much over the last week, and I felt guilty as I remember forgetting to feed them dozens of times. I really wasn't that great of a pet owner, and a part of me made a note to avoid pets. It was just too hard to deal with being responsible for them, especially when they die.