A baby mouse fell off a roof at Home of Joy the other day. My little Ant found it and asked a caregiver if he could keep it. He made a nest for the baby and called him Ratattioille. When the kids and I got home from school we too welcomed the new inhabitant of Home of Joy.
Actually at first we thought it was a rat. And unlike some of those very kind people I don't have that warm thing for mice, let alone rats. But the blind baby, who was probably one or two days old, left me defenseless. We fed Ratatouille with milk, the carton marked as his and stored in the fridge.
Ant was not feeling well and was staying home for two days. Thus he got to be the one taking the most care of the baby. When I talked with him the day after he'd adopted Ratatoille I was amazed to see how much love and care he was showing to the baby mouse. Like most of our kids, Ant has difficulty trusting or attaching to people. And the change wich was taking place in him was beautiful.
As we were putting Ratatouille to bed that night he asked me to pray for the baby mouse. "P'Galina, I'm gonna miss Ratatoille tomorrow while I'm at school",- he said. Earlier I'd noticed the mouse stretching his body as if he was in convulsions. Hugging Ant good night I told him that we should still keep the baby mouse in open hands before God, for He might decide it's better if He took Ratatouille to take care of him. "But maybe He will let us take care of him, honey, I don't know. Let's wait for tomorrow and see". Ant seemed to be fine with that.
After Ant went to bed I took the mouse out of the box. "Please, baby, please!.." Ratatouille seemed to be deeply asleep. He was randomly moving his paws though. I wanted to believe we'd see him open his eyes in a few days... I was sad thinking of the baby I so loved holding in my hands who was now dying. And thinking of Ant and the way he grew to love baby Ratatouille made me cry.
Five of my pets had died. The pain of losing them was so intense that eventually I cut myself of getting attached to pet animals. Ant with his baby mouse had touched somehting deep in my heart.
Weird, but as I was sleeping that night I heard these words spoken in Thai in my dream: หนูตายแล้ว (the mosue died) .
I saw Ant at school in the morning. He came to me and said: "P'Galina, Ratatouille died." -- "I'm so sorry sweetheart. Did you cry?" -- "No. He is now with God in heaven".
In the evening we buried Ratatouille. It took us ten minutes to find a space in the neighborhood to dig a hole for the tiny body! A neighbor happened to be jogging by and asked the kids what was in the box. He suggested to just throw the mouse away.
Later that night we went for a walk to watch the starry sky. One of the kids said: "I miss Ratatouille".
Ant said nothing.
Actually at first we thought it was a rat. And unlike some of those very kind people I don't have that warm thing for mice, let alone rats. But the blind baby, who was probably one or two days old, left me defenseless. We fed Ratatouille with milk, the carton marked as his and stored in the fridge.
Ant was not feeling well and was staying home for two days. Thus he got to be the one taking the most care of the baby. When I talked with him the day after he'd adopted Ratatoille I was amazed to see how much love and care he was showing to the baby mouse. Like most of our kids, Ant has difficulty trusting or attaching to people. And the change wich was taking place in him was beautiful.
After Ant went to bed I took the mouse out of the box. "Please, baby, please!.." Ratatouille seemed to be deeply asleep. He was randomly moving his paws though. I wanted to believe we'd see him open his eyes in a few days... I was sad thinking of the baby I so loved holding in my hands who was now dying. And thinking of Ant and the way he grew to love baby Ratatouille made me cry.
Five of my pets had died. The pain of losing them was so intense that eventually I cut myself of getting attached to pet animals. Ant with his baby mouse had touched somehting deep in my heart.
Weird, but as I was sleeping that night I heard these words spoken in Thai in my dream: หนูตายแล้ว (the mosue died) .
I saw Ant at school in the morning. He came to me and said: "P'Galina, Ratatouille died." -- "I'm so sorry sweetheart. Did you cry?" -- "No. He is now with God in heaven".
In the evening we buried Ratatouille. It took us ten minutes to find a space in the neighborhood to dig a hole for the tiny body! A neighbor happened to be jogging by and asked the kids what was in the box. He suggested to just throw the mouse away.
Later that night we went for a walk to watch the starry sky. One of the kids said: "I miss Ratatouille".
Ant said nothing.
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