in memory
on sunday i noticed a squirrel with a hurt leg in the yard. on monday david found it dead under the lilac bush. so when i got home in the afternoon with eliot we had a little funeral for mr. squirrel. and yes, i dug the hole and inserted the squirrel myself. i do dig holes for a living you know. anyway it was a special fifteen minutes with eliot. we made a cross and found a heart shaped rock and leaf to put on mr. squirrel's grave, and then we said a few words.
eliot: is the squirrel ok?
me: well remember his leg was hurt yesterday?
eliot: yeah
me: well the good thing is that he isn't in any more pain.
eliot: oh.
eliot: but the bad thing is he's dead.
me: uh. yeah. that is very true.
that kid doesnt miss a thing.
posted by hannah at 3/06/2007 09:07:00 PM
6 comments
6 Comments:
I am SO glad you wrote that conversation down so no one will forget it! What a thoughtful mama you are, and I love Eliot's realism. :)
it's a shame that eliot is nothing like david. :)
you are a nice mom. i don't think i would have touched the squirrel. i would have fatty do it instead.:)
sad, but also sweet. elliot- what a good egg!
that's such a touching conversation. the other day that we happened upon a dying roach while crossing the street. he said "poor bug, the cars just couldn't see him to stop". he seemed so big to me at that moment.
i'm glad that little squirrel passed away in your yard. I think kids need that little ceremony sometimes. I've had to bury two still born kittens in the year we've been here on the farm, and I could tell it gave Emma some relief. Their hearts are so sweet.
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