The bird was destined to die, so I couldn't save it?

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This is a real story that happened in my life about 5 to 6 years ago. One morning at about 9 A.M, I saw a pigeon sick and was lying helpless on the floor and it couldn't fly and couldn't even stand at its legs. I couldn't figure out what was the problem. But I tried my best to help that pigeon. I arranged some warmness for it to sit on and kept it at the ground floor. I had found it near the main entry to my house. For the whole day I looked again and again to that bird. I arranged water for it. And even some grains for it to it. I took so much care of it. I found it getting a bit stronger and healthier than I had found it at the first time. And I was getting so happy for it. I arranged well for the bird there. But why in this hell the thought didn't came to me that the ground floor was not the safe place for it to leave on. The most tragic thing happened next morning. I felt like to cry and was so much frustrated when I found its head missing next morning. It may be the due to the rat I think. I couldn't really think of the rat. The whole body was there but not the head. That was so frustrating event of my life. I don't know, why I felt like the bird was destined to die and so I couldn't save it. This world is so cruel, very very cruel. If God exists, then why did it let such things happen in this world. And I don't believe in the existence of God. Every living being in this world is languishing, suffering. Happiness is so limited. Have you ever saved the life of any creature? How satisfied did you feel for it?