I'm not an animal lover. I don't leave anti-freeze out for the neighbor's cats or lay in wait with my BB Gun waiting for an unsuspecting small animal, but I'm not an animal lover. They're just okay. The squirrels in my back yard, though, are another story. I love these little guys. Since we moved in this house, there have been two little (actually they are quite big for squirrels) hanging out in my backyard.
They chase each other up the tree, they chase each other down the tree. They chase each other on the fence and across the yard. They just generally play all day. My kids love to watch them. A couple of times, they got up right next to our kitchen window and peered in at us. They are friendly little guys.
A few days ago, we were backing out of our driveway and saw one of our little squirrel friends laying at the end of our driveway in the street---dead as a door nail. Little Boy asked what he was doing. "Um...I think he's taking a rest" you know, the long eternal kind? Looking back I should have said "He didn't listen to his mommy and went into the street and got hit by a car." That would have been a good teaching moment, even if it was rather morbid.
The lone squirrel runs around by himself now and it breaks my non-animal-loving heart. He looks so lonely running around that tree with nobody to chase him. I'm just holding out hope that my little squirrel friend will mourn quickly and find another friend to move into the yard. I can't take the sadness much longer.