For the past several weeks, I've been caring for a mockingbird who was born with a severe neurological disorder that rapidly resulted in almost complete paralysis, the original manifestation was loss of one leg which resulted in her being brought in at the start.
We all knew she wasn't going to live a very long life, but I was determined that what she had would be good. I made her a sling so she could sit above a branch and rest her feet on it and feel like she was perching, she traveled around with me and saw and experienced things only a very few other animals ever do, and everyone who walked past gave her love.
Friday I could see it was the beginning of the end, tiny little signs. Today she quietly passed away, sitting in her sling where she could see everything. It didn't feel right to put her in the ground so I took her out in the woods and found a hollow tree, struck by lightning and stripped down to almost nothing but, from below the damage, sending out a strong healthy branch. Life from death.
Yes, I'm sad, of course I'm sad. But whenever an animal comes through me, whether it is to heal or die, I feel incredibly honored. Of all the innumerable paths it could have taken, it chose the one that lead to me. It is always, always
a gift. My last words are always "Thank you." And I mean it.
When I came back up and sat down at my laptop someone had put a book down on the keyboard, and when the screen came up it was displaying this image.
Well played, universe. Well played.