First heartbreak

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My husband and my daughter were driving their way back home when they saw a little, yellow chick in the middle of the highway, trying to cross the opposite direction. Daughter insisted to go back and save it from the giant vehicles zooming the road. So they u-turned and were quite surprised to see the chick on the side of the road, as if waiting for them. It was limping but it was alive. That night, daughter was very happy to announce on FaceTime that she had a new pet. I wanted to tell her that eventually, it would die. Yet seeing her beaming face, I didn’t really want to quash that spring of hope. So she took care of the little, yellow chick. Gave it food, water, bed to sleep on. Endured its piercing, annoying chirping. I couldn’t really believe that a ten year old kid would be responsible enough to keep the chick alive longer than I expected. Then the tragedy. One day, the chick was there, chirping but not limping anymore, the next day it was gone! Daughter was in school and I could have imagined her reaction. It broke my heart into thinking how sad and devastated she would be. Husband searched and searched but the chick was nowhere to be found. A big, black, ugly cat was lurking near the house. Daughter cried a river and I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to hug her and comfort her but I’m miles and miles away. Her first heartbreak felt like mine too, even double the pain. I think it’s time to give her a proper pet.