life of a rooster

little zack passed last night.

when i arrived home from work, he was sitting calmly in the den. i nestled him in a towel and sat with him next to the window. he looked up at the sky as dappled sunlight poured over him. his breath was labored and made a slight rattling sound. as tears rolled down my face, he looked at me with a confused expression and alittle bit of fear, i think. i told him not to be afraid and that he wasn't alone. he closed his eyes and lowered his head as i stroked his feathers. i thought that he might pass away right then while i was holding him. it was heartbreaking to see this beautiful, brave little bird reduced to skin and bones, struggling to breathe. i held him for awhile, then gently put the towel on a table next to the window so he could rest as the sun began to set. before i walked out the door, he stood up suddenly, then slowly sat down again.

five minutes later, when i came back to check on him, he was gone. he looked peaceful. james buried him under an olive tree, not far from his beloved hens.

what's one roosters life worth in the balance? many would say nothing, or not much. but my life is better for having known him. he showed courage and grace in the face of adversity. he reminded me that life is precious and each day should be embraced. he made me appreciate every creature still in my life.