You know how when you have deep pain about specific incidents you try to keep it contained to a small hard nugget within you so that it does not metasticize and consume you?
When I lived in Guatemala in a pueblo there was an incident I try to keep under wraps, with a bird, a tiny baby Macaw. The family who we were living with gifted me this tiny Macaw who became extremely attached to me. (I interpreted ownership as an intense effort to protect it and advocate for its nurture. There were no good options for this bird.) I fought the family so that he could live in a tree, instead of in a very tiny cage. I would periodically have to fly back to the States and when I went the bird would not eat.
And then the family threw us out for complicated reasons, took back the bird (it is doubtful I would have been able to keep it anyway, because they are a protected species and I don't see how I could have left the country with the bird.)
And they put that bird in a tiny, tiny cage. This family also had a wonderful dog that loved me beyond measure. I have mourned for the loss of that relationship more than I have for most losses in my life. His name was Canito. He is long dead and I miss him still.