I wake up hearing my mom saying something and I think that she is telling me to hurry up and get ready for I might miss the bus to school. I tell her I am and then she tells me to come downstairs that my bird Francesco might be stuck at the bottom at the cage! I hurry down and look at him. I open one of the doors and lift him up to find out he isn't stuck, but is shacking, seems like he is losing his balance, and seems like he is having a hard time breathing. He also is in his stress position. I don't panick because canaries live up to 9-15 years which he is only 2 years old, but I still feel nervous. I continue getting ready, and my mom tells my brother to get the radio so he could listen to music so maybe he could calm down. I come back looking at him and stare and get more nervous. I just then realize I missed the bus, so my mom will take me to school. I reach my hand in there to touch him and to pet him to make him feel better. It is time to go so I tell my mom if he is still in his stress position to call the vet and have him checked out. We get in the car and I go to school, and all I could think of is if my bird will be O.K. but I had a feeling he would be. At the end of school I go on the bus and get home. When I get off the bus I see my mom on the drive way. I go up to her and she tells me that we should go inside that she has some news for me. She saids, "There is some good news and some bad news. She pauses and I look around the room and notice Francesco's keychains I bought for him on the counter. I said, "Did Francesco pass away", and she replies "Yes." My eyes fill with tears and I can't believe what has happemed to my poor little birdy. There is a knock on the door and my neighbor comes in and hugs me. My mom later explains the whole story. That when she got home she checked on Francesco, and played some music. She was looking for a emergency vet offices and after awhile found one. She calls our neighber and tells her that my daughters bird is going to die! She came quickly and they put my bird in the car. When they arrived my bird was staring at my mom. My mom took him out of his cage and held him and then right then and there he had passed away. My mom was still holding my bird and rushed into the Emergency room and the doctor took my bird into another room to try to revive him. That was the second worst day of my life! When I found out I kept crying and I finally calmed down afterwards. She was telling me how he was struggling to live and see me again. Today April 4th 2006 is one of the days I will NEVER forget. I always think of my father holding my bird and them having a nice time together for my father had also passed away before my bird passed away. I know someday I will see him again!