Aug 14, 2007 09:43
A squirrel died of heat stroke and fell out of a tree into my yard, and so today I have to bury it. Ella and I will stand vigil and I will say a few words, such as, "Here lies a squirrel. Though we only knew him for a short time, he was a good squirrel, who did good squirrely things. It was a tragedy for us all when on that fateful day he jumped, missed the tree, and fell to his grizzly squirrely death. May he eat plenty of nuts in Heaven, Amen."
Ella is really torn up about it. I think she has to get grief counseling.