One out of the 5 baby squirrels at my work passed away today. The boss and co-worker Jason (dog) found him in the middle of the yard, not moving. We think he fell out of the tree :(
Next thing we notice he’s lying under the car parked in the driveway. I tried to put sunflower seeds next to him and he started crawling away. He could barely crawl but he moved only one side of his body and couldn’t even lift his head. His chin drug sluggishly with his body.
He went to the other side of the car. Before I went to lunch his eyes were slightly open with each breath hanging on. I got back from lunch, his eyes were closed.
No breath. No movement.
I must admit, I got a little teary eyed. My heart sunk and I just sat there criss crossed on the ground. I guess it was kind of my way to show respect to this animal, in a bigger meaning to life and the universe in general. So I sat in silence, glad he’s not suffering anymore.
I know the life span of these creatures are not long, but I can’t help the fact that it dampened my day.
A life is a life and it’s such a reminder of our own. May we never take for granted the things we think are always coming, like tomorrow.
