I rescued a little baby pigeon, he had a bad injury under his right wing, I think he was attacked. We named him 'Squeaky' (cuz he made squeaky noises), I fed him, took care of him, and pet him... I was basically his mom... then, after a while, we had to give him to a place where they could take care of him properly, I miss him dearly, he was attached to me, and I was attached to him, he fell asleep in my hands once... that's why I made this, this is how I felt when we had to give him to this place, called: "duck issues", they rescue ducks and other birds, including pigeons... I was heart-broken, this is how I felt, and I still do feel like this... I broke apart, and now, IDK what can piece me back together...
