tw: death I just want to feel her heartbeat in my hands again. I came home from school, checked in her cage, to see my little bird collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. She's been sick for weeks, and I knew this was it. I picked her up, and held her in my hands, cherishing the warmth of her feathery body. I held onto the last bit of hope within me that that perhaps with a bit of warmth and love, she'll make it. She nuzzled her head into my palm, barely able to move. Her eyes were bright and wide with determination to live as she squeaked with pain. I felt her tiny heartbeat against my skin. I sat there for three hours. Eventually I get up and set her down on a little blanket at the floor of the cage, hoping she'll make it through the night until I can get her medical attention. I sit down at a chair for a bit, and suddenly hear her break out into screams of agony. I panic, swiftly scooping her up into my palms. Her body quivered in my hands before her head dropped, and she went completely limp. Goodbye Luna.
