A month ago, a sick and orphaned bird was brought to the shelter, and The Equuschick took it home until it could be taken to wildlife rehab. It died in about four hours and The Equuschick was very distressed because it was her bird and she was supposed to keep it alive and she didn’t so she failed and it generally ruined her week. (The Equuschick tends to become obsessive that way. )
But. Three days ago, another wounded bird came in, and The Equuschick bravely took it home in spite of everything. (She was criticized by JennyAnyDots for this. *sniff*)
But that bird lived. The Equuschick fed it, and kept it warm, and it cheeped, and The Equuschick spent an hour finding a wildlife rehab that could take it, and she did, and the rehabilitator has called The Equuschick with updates and her bird is alive and well.
The Equuschick no longer feels like a failure.