For the people who don't know, I had a pet bird, a house finch I saved from death when he was too young to take care of himself. I found him in April on the table in my back yard. He fell from his nest, and so did another baby bird, who was dead when I found him. I took him in and gave all of my heart so that he would live, and he did, even when other people said he would never survive. He was the joy of my life, even though he was part of it for only 3 months. But still, he was my baby...
He died on July 27th, because of my carelessness. I walked out of my room to go to the bathroom for just a second, and he tried to follow me, Instead, he flew into my Dad's room, where a ceiling fan was on. I tried to stop him, but before I could he tried to land on the fan, and it hit him across the room...it killed him. He died in my hands...and all I can say is that I'm sorry he had to go that way...
I miss you Raoul; you were an awesome bird and I loved you so... When I left on my trip to Japan, people joked tat I probably missed you more than anyone else. You'll always be in my heart...Raoul...
Rest in peace, my poor little Raoul.
