Dory by Diana / Diana

Then the problems started, you didn’t digest the food your parents fed you so well, didn’t gain weight anymore. The feathers continued to grow and you started to look like a little yellow babybird angel with huge black eyes. I took you to the vet, you were ill. We got medicine, but it didn’t seem to help you. You got lighter and lighter every day as we started the treatment. I started to handfeed you, it seemed to help you. You got stronger, started to whistle a little bit, called your parents as you were separated because you needed extra warmth.

At the time I thought we had been through the worst and you are getting better and better, I came home and found you lying on the cage floor, barely breathing and clasping for air. I knew it was useless to fight anymore, your time had come and I had to be strong and accompany you on this last way.

It was so hard to look at you, fighting for your life and still loosing the fight. You lied in my hands, I was scratching your had and petting you, trying to be gentle because you were so little. You did really fight, but got weaker and weaker. I prayed for you to not have to agonise for long. I accompanied you during this last two hours. It broke my heart to look at you lying helpless in my hands, not beeing able to help you. I hope I did everything I could to help you and didn’t tease you to much during your treatment.

As your candle was extinguishing, I knew it was better for you, you were going to a better world without pain and suffering. As you took your last breath, you spread your wings like flying away from this world to a better one.