The title really says it all. This morning I woke up per usual and went to let my birds out of their cages, but sunset was missing. I figured she was cuddled up in blankets or by a stuffed animal on my bed so I went to find her and she still wasn’t there. Then I remembered I hadn’t put her in her cage. I was too tired and too lazy to walk the 6 feet to put her in her cage. As soon as I remembered I frantically searched my bed. Then I realized my hood of my jacket felt heavier. I checked and there she was. All cuddled up at the bottom, looking so happy and peaceful, head still tucked under wing and one foot still curled up by her body. I killed her. The bird I love so much, who does everything with me. Who would make kissy noises whenever I was holding her, and little goose noises when she was happy. She was only 2. She was just growing her flight feathers back. I just moved and started college. For the first time it was just me and my birds and I killed sunset.