In Loving Memory Of Sunday.

Sunday is a yellow canary who is my family bird.

and he loves apples, i guess.

as he was gasping for breath, his claws were frantically trying t grab onto something for strength and support.

he was salivating like when a human has fits, th foam will just flow out right.

that was how his saliva kept coming out.

he kept trying t sing out like he normally would do but he was just too sick t even make a chirp.

as i hold him in my hand, it was as tho he was trying t tell me smth.

he tried flying several times but he failed.

he was so weak that he was in th air a few seconds and th next second he was on th floor.

he tried and tried.

it just reminded me of how my grandpa held on until it was my birthday before he finally gave in.

i said, go if you must to sunday.

he looked at me th first time like he really understood it but he still hung on.

it brings such pain t witness a death but also, its an honourable thing t do because i was th one with him until his last heartbeat.

during th final period, Sunday was struggling real hard t stay alive, but no matter what, it was of no use.

so i kept calling his name softly next t him and everytime he heard his name being called, he would respond by moving slightly or flapping his wings.

he was fighting non-stop until he couldnt hold it no longer.

his heart pounded so hardly, i could see it.

it was beating like how a normal human heart would beat right after running 5km.

a small bird like him had t go through such torture, it must have really been hard on him.

really hard.

seeing him being so tired, i stopped calling him and as he hobbled weakly, i just stood there looking at him. and suddenly, he just fliped and died.

his body was no longer moving t th erratic rythm of his heartbeat and his beak went pale.

as i picked him up gently, i could feel my tears at my eyelids.

tho im not really close t him but idk why but this gush of sadness filled me as i looked at him...

R.I.P Most Beloved Sunday.

♥