Eustaquio

It was 6:45 AM in the morning of that cold day of April in which I was about to go camping with Eli and Nina. It was about to be late because I was supposed to be with Nina at 7 AM but it was 6:45 and I was just getting out to pick her up. Going fast down the 100th street I found Eustaquio. At first sight it looked like a shadow crossing the road. The light was red and many cars passed next to him threatening his life. As soon as I realized he was a pigeon I used my car to block the traffic in that way and build a reservoir out of a couple of paper sheets to put him in. Well, I finally managed to get to the veterinary and Eustaquio, as we called him with Elizabeth, was there for a week. Then we decided to go to get him. He was fine, We thought. But it was a really bad Idea because that very night Eustaquio died. Long life to Eustaquio in our memories. A little young bird that couldn't live his own life on. Long life to Eustaquio in his tomb there in Florida park, where he will dwell forever.