Wednesday, 3 May 2006

Baby Black

Died suddenly, at the tender age of about 2 weeks, Woody the squirrel passed away in his sleep, comfortably on his hot water bottle, freshly fed and peed.
Woody was a good squirrel. Had he had the chance, we are sure he would have been able to scrounge through the garbage, damaged property and stare in my windows had he been afforded the chance to grow along with his siblings and his peers. I mean .... fellow pee-ers.
All welcome to the kind person's backyard for a closed shoe box funeral before he starts to smell.
He is survived by about 60 kazillion siblings located throughout the planet.
Donations can be made in his honour to your local Wildlife care centre. Sure wish we still had one. Our municipality shut it down and made it illegal to treat wild animals. The infirmed now need to be cared for by people who don't know how to pee them or through the underground "pee the squirrel" groups. (i kid you not!)
He was a trouper!


Deb said...

I'm so sorry to hear about the squirrel! He had a great few days with you, and you did the right thing.

Kris said...

Poor, poor Woody...he was an inspiration to us all...hehe


Kurt said...

We will remember Woody when we see a squirrel or picture of a squirrel.

Anonymous said...

poor woody . . I'm sorry . . .I just . . . can't . . .stop . . . lol! Now, I definitely have to go and write my squirrel story . . .

(I don't want to sound callus though, I really am sorry for the little dear, I mean squirrel)