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Finches, Zebra

I used to have zebra finches. They were great pets. Sweet and sociable. Whenever one finch died I would usually go out and buy the survivor a new pal because of my sympathetic nature. So the finches were part of my life for a way long time. Until one day I decided I didn’t want to have finches any more. I didn’t buy a replacement finch when the penultimate finch died. That poor last finch got a beak problem where his beak grew too long. I brought him to the vet and the vet decided to shave his beak. During the shaving, my finch died. The vet said, “It just died.” As I was leaving with my empty cage, the receptionist said, “That’s going to be 7.95.” I was dumbfounded. I paid, but it seemed so unfair to pay someone to kill my pet. I was forlorn and furious all at once.