As you're set out onto a small pedestal in the garden, you are silently screaming in horror. You try to reach out to the wizard, to let him know that you're still alive and aware -- just a squirrel-like statue. Either he didn't know or didn't care, however. The first night is longest. The last bit of warmth in your heart begins to freeze in panic as the sun begins to set. If it turns to night, you'll be a squirrel forever. Alas, you can only sit silently and watch as the last few red rays dissapear over the horizon. You know in that moment you'll never be human again. You don't want to even think it, but it's possible that you can never be organic again. If nobody does something, it's possible you could sit here for literally eons -- a living tribute to a creature that isn't you. You wonder idly for a moment if erosion would see your freedom, but again you realize perhaps the fact you're aware and soul-filled would keep the stone in a proper "shape" despite rain or other elements.
In all your pondering, you hardly notice the time go by. Day becomes night. Night becomes day. Pretty soon you get tired of all the intense thinking and you instead just rest it for a moment. In that moment, granite enters your mind. You begin to feel a strange meditative state descend on you. Granite. Rock. Granite. Squirrel-shaped granite.
You snap awake in horror -- your mind is turning to stone as well! You know very well now that even your heart and mind are becoming that of a statue. You fight this with the last bits of humanity that survived through the whirlwind of changes you've been through. If your soul and mind are stone, what are the chances you'll ever be free of this spell? Death wouldn't even be enough at that point. You'd spend your afterlife as a statue as well.
But it's for naught. You can do nothing but sit in stony silence.