11 January 2008

A post I'd rather not be writing

By the time I got home from work last night, by midnight, the squirrel was dead.

I know I wasn't terribly hopeful to begin with, seeing how he had begun circling a bit in his bedding, sporadically arching his back and having his limbs rigor. But I had hoped these neurologic signs would begin to fade as some of the medicine began working.

I suppose I'll always have hope, even a little. That's why I take squirrels in for care in the first place.

But this was a handsome young squirrel, and this kind of outcome is never going to be easier for me.

8 comments:

my backyard said...

Oh, poor little squirrel. Thank you for trying to help!

Lone Grey Squirrel said...

So sorry. But it is good that you tried. There will be others to save.

detroit dog said...

It is very sad. You did your best. Hope is good; without hope, all would be lost.

squirrelmama said...

Thank you ALL for your caring words and your understanding. Even after 10 years of doing my best it is still hard to accept when my best still isn't enough. Wildlife rehabilitation is daunting and humbling but no, I'm not ready to give up on it yet.

Andrée said...

People like you, who give so much and receive so little in return except more sadness: you deserve so much, and I wish you had had a happier outcome. It is heartbreaking and I admire that you are able to continue on for the next squirrel that is in need.

squirrelmama said...

Thank you Andree. I try to remind myself he died warm, and wasn't simply left out on the pavement. That at least a few people cared about one small life such as his before he died.

Damama T said...

I'm sorry you lost him. I love the story of The Rainbow Bridge and prefer to believe that your little guy is there with so many others, and you will be greeted with a big smile and the wave of a bushy tail when you, too, cross over.

Thank you for caring when so many others can't or won't.

Peace and Blessings,
Damama T
Damama's at it again!

squirrelmama said...

I reminded myself he was warm and comfortable and that his life did count for something. The phone company worker cared enough to try, I knew I also had to try....and everyone who has commented here also has shown they care. His death did count for something, then, too.