Guh, don't even need to watch Casshern Sins to feel bad this morning. I went and buried the parakeet, got everything nice and solemn and spiritual and all, came inside and another one was dead. Kinda wondering if I should wait and see if the last living one dies before digging the grave for this one. Also if I should wait for my mother to see that this one has died before burying it. They're not really my parakeets and I find parakeets hard to relate to, and my mother sort of adopted them from my sister and always complains about them, but she's spent a lot of her time caring for these birds, and I just buried one without her say in where it should be buried, (but saved her the possible pain of having to think about it more/decide), and so I don't know what to do, especially because someone I do love did die recently and the birds dying in such rapid succession afterward is acting as something of a reminder of that and also making me draw terrible parallels of when my grandmother died six years ago and then the bird died right after and then the dog so now I'm like, kinda in a sort of weird, stomach in knots mode where I'm super worried about my dog (he seems perfectly fine and healthy and I don't think he's even ten yet) and also just sort of stressed and stuff about this.
TL;DR I buried a bird this morning and when I'd finished another one had just up and died, too.