Pipp

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Pipp

Birth
Death
6 Jun 2007 (aged 0–1 months)
Burial
Animal/Pet. Specifically: Buried in our garden, Grue Finnskog, Norway Add to Map
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Dearest Pipp. Born in an old apple tree sometime during May this year. The nest, built only 20 inches from the ground, was of constant interest to all cats in the neighbourhood. Even if we tried to secure and guard the nest, Pipp was one day rescued from the mouth of our own cat.

Pipp stayed with us for some hours and seemd to be doing all right. The vet was contacted, but all we could do was to wait and see. He seemed peaceful as long as we held him in our hands and blew on his head - like a an easy breeze.
He had boiled eggs and water, and a bit of rest before his little body couldn't take any more and he died in my hands by an open window.

A small sparrow died - like thousands of others do every spring. But to our family he became a symbol of everything precious in this world. We will never forget him.

We kept him inside in a small basket, to give his soul time to leave his tiny body. The following day he was burried in our garden.

"Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?"
(Ecclesiastes 3:21)

"I still think of you from time to time, Pipp. The world can be such an unfair and trying ordeal to some. No matter if you are a sparrow or a man... (August, 2009)"



Dearest Pipp. Born in an old apple tree sometime during May this year. The nest, built only 20 inches from the ground, was of constant interest to all cats in the neighbourhood. Even if we tried to secure and guard the nest, Pipp was one day rescued from the mouth of our own cat.

Pipp stayed with us for some hours and seemd to be doing all right. The vet was contacted, but all we could do was to wait and see. He seemed peaceful as long as we held him in our hands and blew on his head - like a an easy breeze.
He had boiled eggs and water, and a bit of rest before his little body couldn't take any more and he died in my hands by an open window.

A small sparrow died - like thousands of others do every spring. But to our family he became a symbol of everything precious in this world. We will never forget him.

We kept him inside in a small basket, to give his soul time to leave his tiny body. The following day he was burried in our garden.

"Who knows if the spirit of man rises upward and if the spirit of the animal goes down into the earth?"
(Ecclesiastes 3:21)

"I still think of you from time to time, Pipp. The world can be such an unfair and trying ordeal to some. No matter if you are a sparrow or a man... (August, 2009)"




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