He marks the fall of the sparrow

Todd passed away this morning.

He was alive when I checked on him, then I left for twenty minutes to prepare his food, and upon returning, he was dead. No pulse, no movement, no response upon warming.

I know we did the damn well best we could to save the little guy, but I keep thinking, futile as I know it is, that if only I had been there with food twenty minutes earlier...

I've already notified Rachel, and she seems far more okay than I was expecting. We've made peace with the fact that he had very little chance to begin with. I still feel oddly empty.

I'm already running late for work.