Poetic Love's Stories, Cola

I love animals. I mean, I really love animals. If one was injured, then I'd help it. Like when I found one on Friday morning, June 6. I was supposed to be collecting a sample of Muffin's business for the vet that afternoon when I found a little bird on the ground. I got real close to it and wondered why it wasn't flying away. Well, it tried to, but its wing was injured and it appeared to be missing a leg. Mom said not to touch it.
When Mom left for lunch, I couldn't resist, and found a bucket, a rag, some suet, and a milk cap to put water in, and managed to catch the baby bird, which at the time I concluded was a Bluebird. It didn't eat the suet or drink the water. It just sat there looking around and peeping. A long time went by when I heard a similar bird call coming from outside. The bird's parents were on the dogwire. So I took him, inside the bucket still, to outside underneath the wire. The birds flew away, but came back about a half-hour later, searching for the baby bird. This went on for a while until one bird sat on the wire and looked down at the bucket. The baby and the adult bird chatted back and forth. Then I slowly manoeuvred myself, quietly, out the door and the adult bird flew away again. And never came back.
Then I took the little bird back inside the house. That's when Dad called from Arizona. He was with my grandpa. His dad. I told him about the bird and how his parents had abandoned him. He told me to put him in a box with holes in it and make sort of a nest for him. I did just that with soft rags, some grass, a bit of suet in the milk cap, and some water in a cleaned out cap from a Coca-Cola bottle. That's when a bond formed and I decided to call him Cola. I was hungry and chose to eat some soup. While doing so, I showed the little guy our digital music stations. He seemed fond of Light Jazz, Contemporary Christian, and Golden Oldies. Mom came back in the door and already knew about the bird from talking to Dad.
Later, we stopped by the vet, who wasn't authorized to check out wild animals and recommended the Wildlife ward of Tufts University in Grafton, MA. It wasn't too far, but Mom didn't like the fact that it was in the opposite direction we were going and we were wasting our time. I, favoring animals to people, told her to shut up.
When we got to Tufts, I took him in and explained the situation to the secretary at the front desk. I had to fill out a slip and they took him away. They found what kind of bird he was and what was wrong with him right away. Injury under right wing. His leg was tucked up under his body. It wasn't missing. Also, he turned out to be a Tree Swallow and not a Bluebird. I left him there and then fought with Mom on how selfish she sounded. So we went to Greendale mall and went back to the vet for the dog's check-up.
When we got home, I lit a second prayer candle for the bird. Later, I realized how much I missed the little guy and burst out crying. I talked to Mom, who said that the bird would be okay and that I did all I could to help him. She also asked if I thought about a career in doctoring for animals. I then told her how I felt for this bird. And I didn't know if he was scared or lonely or sad or confused.
It only took a few minutes to form a bond between me and the bird. I don't know if he's gonna live and I feel so alone. My dad's not here, my grandpa's dying, and I'm lonely and bored and I just want to escape. I often wonder why God made me love animals. It's just one more thing I have to worry about. But somehow, helping Cola might also have saved me. From being hard-hearted. And I've learned that you don't really know who you're friends are until you help them. I'll always remember Cola, whether or not he lives. And I hope he'll remember me and know that I was trying to help him and that I wanted to be his friend. Because I love animals. I mean, I really love animals.