April 27, 2010

I haven't a lot to say tonight.  On the way home-right around the corner in fact-the boys and I saw a squirral.  It was trying to cross the road.  I say trying because from right under it's front arms and down he was partially flattened.  He could not move anything below his arms.  I knew immediately what happened-a car.  That poor thing was trying so despartly to get across the road.  An elderly couple had stopped their car when they saw us and allowed it to cross.  She asked if maybe she should run over it again (not that she did it in the first place) and I thought that it might actually be more human to do that.  I know that sounds so harsh but it was suffering so much.  But once she got to the corner I guess she changed her mind because she stopped for a moment and then kept going.  I took the boys home-they were trying to get it-and told my husband.  His view was to 'let nature take care of it' and 'let one of the (neighborhood) cats get it'.  Sick!  I went back out and it had managed to get about five feet up a tree into the crook of it and laid there.  I didn't know what to do so I just prayed that God would make it's death swift.   I remember when I was a kid-about twelve or so-I had one die in my hands from the same thing.  I thought of that when I saw him lain across the crook of that tree.  I know God loves all His creatures.  I'm sure I sound like a sap but it was heartwrenching-at least to me.