when i was like 16 or 17 not sure my dad found a baby bird that had fallen from its nest he brought him home and i claimed him as my pet fed him slept with him walked everywhere around my house with him on my shoulder then one night i woke in the middle of the night because i did not hear him chirping as i looked to where it should be he was dead i had mistakenly rolled on him while asleep the guilt had me for weeks i buried him in my backyard and cried for days his name was tweety bird i had it in my head that i killed him but in the end i excepted that it was a mistake to this day i think of him and how i should have gotten him a cage instead to sleep in instead of sleeping with him because he was so attached to me that he would chirp if i were away from him