RIP

Dum dum dudum dum dudum dum dum dum dum (can you hear the music?) It finally happened...Barbie Q our little chick passed away early this morning! I was devastated last night when it couldn't move much, so I picked it up, and cradled it in my hand. All it could do was look up at me one last time and make a pathetic shaking chirp before closing it's eyes. I only knew it was still alive because occasionally it would take a deep breath. I guess I have always had a tender spot for birds in the innermost crevices of my soul, that only comes out when they die for some reason. I will never forget the time that Duke dropped a rock on a baby bird to put it out of it's misery at Brighton. I cried. A year later when just telling the story, I cried again. I woke Matt up last night at 11 something, crying about Barbie Q. He wasn't so sympathetic, especially when he had to wake up at 4:30. Oops. I would post a picture, but they are just too pathetic to post. Well that and I don't have my camera.