Monday, October 27, 2008

In Memoriam

Our little hummingbird died this morning. When she woke up, she was perched on her little twig and eating well on her own. I moved her cage to a sunny window so she would be warm and when I went to check on her about an hour later, she had died.

Probably, whatever had delayed her here and kept her from flying south had made her sick in the first place. By trying to nurse her, I may have extended her life only to make her suffer longer. Possibly because I wasn’t able to offer her the right kind of protein, I hastened her death. We’ll never know, but what I do know is that I’m a better person for focusing on another creature’s troubles instead of my own. Therapy comes in all kinds of unexpected forms….

1 comment:

Chatty Kelly said...

Awww, I'm sorry. I don't know whether you're the type of person to cry hysterically over this, or whether you are hanging tough. But either way I know you had to be attached to cutie, and to lose it, well, I'm sorry.

That bird surely knew love, like most birds never know from the time it spent with you.