My zebra finch is dying.
He miscalculated his flight and hit a doorframe. At first I hoped he was just stunned and then I hoped that he had a little concussion but now, after almost six hours since he fell I'm starting to believe he will die before morning. Dying alone is the worst thing someone can do - and though he is "just" a bird, he is my family and though he has a bad wing and missed a toe from the day one, he's my bird.. I'm going to hold him in my hand until he takes his last breath.
I'm still hoping for a change, but every hour that goes by just makes me hope he is not in pain and will go soon.
I don't believe in angels nor god, but I hope that there is a heaven for birds.