Dec 19, 2010 23:22
my boyfriend discovered an injured bird dying on the sidewalk today. "there's a lot of blood." i'm not sure why, but i had to go see anyway. give it a proper funeral or something.
we walk over to the spot, and sure enough, there's the bird. lying on the ground with his ribs sticking through his chest. about 3 feet away, a huge, bright red puddle of blood. i didn't cringe, though. just felt a rush of sadness, closed my eyes, and acknowledged the bird's life in some sort of simplistic prayer.
i opened my eyes and, as the bird started up at me, blinking, i knew there was nothing i could do to save its life. "should i bring him some bread? i'd want some food if i was about to die." my boyfriend shook his head, and reassured me that he probably wouldn't eat it anyway.
"the best thing we can do for it is put it out its misery." we both looked at each other, knowing that wouldn't happen. all i could do is hope for a peaceful end to its suffering. walking away, i found myself thankful for that moment. grateful for my inability to just shake my head and say "that's so sad..." and go about my day.
i only wish i could have done more to help.
life