Monday, April 6, 2009

Magic

The most horrifying and amazing thing just happened. I was sitting here at my computer, reading and updating my facebook status. I'm sitting at the kitchen table. Very close is the bird cage. Thre are two birds in it. One is a finch and one is a rosy bourke parakeet. The finch is named Beep and the bourke is Burt. My mom was vacuuming the seeds out of the cage. I was talking about how great it was the Beep and Burt were friends. I was talking about how much I loved Beep. He's a spunky little thing. As I was watching, Beep got sucked up into the vacuum.

It took a long time to get him out. Blood and dust and feathers. He fell to the ground, motionless. I saw taht his eyes were moving, and I tried to pick him up, but his head neck wouln't hold his head up, and I got scared. My mom picked him up and held him in her hand, cradled there. After a while she had to get back to cleaning. I held him in my room, cradled in my hand. I was crying like a fool, like I always do when an animal is dying in my hands, which has been way too often. The first time it happened, it was our bunny. I was twelve. My mom told me not to cry or I'd scare him. So I felt really bad crying in front of Beep. I calmed myself down. Then I remembered a psychic once telling me that I was a "healer." I know it's superstitious and probably silly, but you do what you can when you can. I've made myself feel better by believing that I can heal myself. I talked to Beep. I told him, "I'm going to try to heal you now." He was so still. I focused my healing energy on him (knowing this sounds crazy), but he was moving a little. Greg came home (step dad), and my mom came into my room to find Beep. He struggled in her hands. He was energetic. We put him in his cage with Burt, and he started flying around. He's sitting next to Burt right now, although he's shaking. He might still die. There's a big cut on his neck, one below his wing. He's shaking and probably has internal damage. But if he's going to die, he'd rather die next to Burt. And while I'm really sad to watch him shake on his perch right now... I feel like this is how he'd want to go.

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