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Bird
I was walking home and saw a bird. I first called him Fat Birb. Hence his name Firb. I thought he was okay. He went to fly away after I picked him up. He sat on my hand for a bit and then flew. He crashed into a wall. I walked up to a random lady and got a box from her. When I finally got home, I sat outside with a pair of gloves, a shit ton of cotton balls, old socks, and all my school work. After giving his some water, even though everything I read told him not to feed him or give him water, but he had some and I was happy. 2-6 hours to get better. That's all I needed. I was outside for 8 hours. He was better. He was moving. My parents said to leave him outside and I was okay with it. But then, taking my dog out, Firb's breathing was bad once again. My step-mom brought me to a rehabilitation center. As far as I know, he's still alive. I cared about this bird too much I think. I cried so many times. It hurt. More than I thought it would. I sat outside, telling him he'd get better, he'd be okay.
I can't do this. The loss.
If I'm not online, it's just me thinking.
He's okay :)
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