I wanted to thank everyone who cared and worried about her with me.
Daisy is dead... We found out this morning when we unwrapped her blanket she was sleeping in.
She was wrapped up with her sock tunnel she always slept in and buried in our backyard.
After her injury, she would occasionally seemingly lose balance and control of her wings and neck while making peeping noises. When this happened, the only way to stop it was for me to hold her still in my hands for a few seconds until she returned back to normal. Yesterday, the day when things looked like they were gonna be okay, she'd been able to be more vocal. I'm not completely sure, but perhaps when she was making noises in her blanket last night, she was going into another one of her "moments" and I'd simply waved it off as her making more noise, in which case this is my fault for being so ignorant. I feel regretful for not being as good a friend to her as I could have in her short life. I can only hope she's resting in peace now.
R.I.P. Daisy
