Yesterday me and my family rescued a lil bird that got attacked by my neighbour's cat and he/she falled into our backyard. I remember clearly the moment my mom gave the kiskadee to me, and I'd felt the little thumbs of his heart and breathing in my palms. He was so scared, and looked into my eyes trying to see if i was some treat, I'd felt like holding something so vulnerable. Me and my mom went to the vet just to know he had his little leg a bit broken. Unfortunately, as i woke up this morning, he had passed away. I thought, 'maybe he was just sleeping', but he wasn't. Idk, i think i will feel sad for the rest of the week because of it. Maybe i should've done something more.