Last night, as I was walking home from the bus stop, this little guy and a car collided. I can only hope that Owl felt nothing as by the time I reached it, it's little heart slowed to a stop within a minute.
I carried Owl home, not knowing what to do with it but take it's picture.
I will bury Owl in a quiet spot in my yard.
Excerpt from an online source-
Owl knows that all apparent manner of death is in fact a liberation into a new life. Something must first be cleared away for anything new to be born. When a person moves, leaves a job or relationship, has a baby, adopts a new animal friend, something in the old way of life had to die for the new to be created. At the time it may seem incredibly painful because we have been taught that death is an ending, not a new beginning, and that what is in the process of being born is always more beneficial than the old. The pain and grief is extended and heightened when we try to hang on to what was because we believe that s the best we would ever have. The unknown can seem dreadfully forbidding, how will we cope, who will be there if we stumble, what if we fail?"