Dec 12, 2004 12:24
He was so small and delicate. He weighed less than a pound. I was bringing him to a nearby park. On the way, there were two silk flowers on the sidewalk. I found it really strange and symbolic. I picked one of them up and brought it with me.
All the hardware stores were closed. I didn't have a shovel. I brought little Ashraf, wrapped in my t-shirt inside the same box that I rescued him in. I brought a hammer to dig with. I brought the flower that was on the sidewalk.
There were people in the park (obviously), and I didn't want to cause a scene. It looked odd enough to see a teary-eyed girl, carrying a small box, a hammer, and a flower. Luckilly, there is a building in the middle of the park grounds that obstucts the park-goers' view a bit. I found a quiet, darkened spot by the building. There was no grass there, just a mound of dried out brown leaves. I dug a small ditch (it was not the easiest, just using a hammer head alone). I placed his little body in the ditch, wrapped in my t-shirt and placed the flower next to him. I covered it over with the earth and leaves.
I really loved him. It's crazy how in such a short time, he really got to my core. At least now I feel a sense of closure. It is still such a bitter episode in my heart, since it might have been avoidable. But the doctor advised what she thought was right. No one could have predicted this. At least he's no longer in pain.