
The guilt of causing the death of a creature is so hard to bear. I recall so clearly living in our run-down apartment in NYC when I was about 7 or so, just before we moved to Germany. A butterfly managed to find its way in through the window by the fire escape, and I managed to catch it in a plastic yogurt cup. I moved the cover to take a peek, and when it tried to escape, I quickly replaced the cover, accidentally squashing the butterfly. I remember how inconsolable I was...here was this colorful little creature that came into my otherwise fairly drab existence, and I killed it. I still feel the stab of pain in my heart and stomach when I think of it.
Oh poor guy! (both boy and bird)
ReplyDeleteI feel the same way - it seems like every spirngtime, a bunny or some other creature hops into the path of the van when I'm driving, and even though I try to miss them, there is nothing to be done. I always feel so heartsick afterwards.