by whit balance
Life is not a Disney film but it seems like it at times. On most of the mornings last week my drive to work took me past a very busy little squirrel. He/she always seemed to be running about along the hedges on a cheerful early morning forage. Then yesterday morning he was dead. Limp and lifeless in the middle of the road. There it is, I cannot sugar coat it or build you up to it as that is what it was like to me. Every morning he gave me a little smile and maybe a chuckle then he left me with a little sadness and a squirrel shaped hole in my heart. It was not his fault, it just simply is as it is.