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Villager: Aster

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ID: #152438

Name: Aster

Gender: Genderless

Location: Olde Foxbury

Born 4 years, 8 months ago

Career: Explorer

Owner: Koro-san

Genus: Shifty

Color: Midnight


House: FurCash House

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Approved: 9 Sep 2016, 9:16 am

Likes: 197 ♥

Tags: fluffy moth smol feels

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A tribute.

Earlier the other day, I noticed a moth lightly fluttering around at my feet. It was weak, barely able to keep itself off the ground for a few seconds. So I gently held out my hand, and it fluttered on. I decided we were going to have an adventure, one last trip before the poor thing couldn't hold on anymore.

And so off we went. We rode on a bus, avoided strange looks from strangers, and all the while it stood on my palm, sometimes gently quivering.

And then it trembled, and gave way. It died in my hands. The tiniest moth you've ever seen, resting in my palm. And it blew away in the wind, I bid it farewell.

It made me think of how fragile we all are, so small. Here one second, gone the next.
Life is short, it can disappear so quickly. Please don't waste it. <3

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    • I once found a butterfly flapping frantically on hot sand. It was when I put my hand under to pick it up that I realized it was missing a piece of its wing and it's entire abdomen. It would not let go of me, I sat in the shade while my friends went to run down the hill (we were at the top of a large dune) and play down at the lake beachfront. I watched it quiver and spin its mouth thing.
      I eventually set it on a branch as we were not staying for long.
      I now regret not bringing it back and trying to care for it a little longer...

      The feels are crushing me, my eyes be tears ónò
      You've done an amazing thing, helping the little moth, never forget that! <3

    • omg ... this story gave me so much feels ;;

    • I remember one day, that I found a bird that had fell out of its nest. My family has cats, and one of them was pawing at it, and I shooed it away, not knowing what it was. When I realized it was a hatchling, I picked it up and took care of it, feeding it tiny pieces of dog food and mealworms, keeping it on a heating pad. Eventually it passed away due to getting sick, as my states weather is bipolar as hell, but I was still proud to have attempted to help it, being able to see its feathers grow in.

    • Nnnno... baby... I'm glad that its last minutes were of warmth and peace!

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