Squirrels Make Me Happy

Pure love, no words needed 🐿️🤍

💙🙏 Sending all our love and prayers to this brave little squirrel who was seriously injured while trying to survive in a dangerous situation. Our tiny hero showed incredible courage, and now he’s fighting to recover. 🐿️💔

We know many of you have been asking for updates — thank you for your kindness and concern. Every thought, prayer, and message truly matters during this critical time. Let’s continue to stand together and support this resilient little soul on the road to healing. 💙🐾

After 14 years, the squirrel nobody wanted went to the rainbow bridge… 🖤🐾
She came to me 14 years ago. A waitress in a bar I barely knew needed someone to take her because she was getting evicted. She was desperate… because nobody wanted her. It was only supposed to be for a month.
I was hesitant at first. I left all of her things in the basement. The little thing hid behind boxes for three days.
But when I finally picked her up and brought her upstairs… she melted into me. Curling into my hands like she had been waiting her whole life for love. Like she just needed someone… anyone… to choose her.
She spent the next 14 years watching me grow from a young adult into a middle-aged man. She stayed close every night, always finding her way back to me.
First a wife.
Then one boy.
Then another.
And just like that… she had a family.
We all loved her. My kids were always gentle with her. She had a safe backyard to explore, to climb, to lay in the sun during warm summer days. She would chase little things, scamper through the grass, and just… exist in peace.
I truly believed she had at least one more summer left.
Then one morning… everything changed.
Severe pancreatitis. A rushed trip to the vet. We did everything we could. But deep down… I already knew.
Still… she fought.
We brought her home, and for one full day… she was herself again.
100%.
She spent that day outside, quietly watching my kids play hockey in the driveway. Calm. Present. Peaceful.
It was that kind of day… the one people talk about.
The “last good day.”
The next morning, she wouldn’t eat.
Wouldn’t drink.
And just like that… she started slipping away.
We took her to the vet…
And this time, she didn’t come back home.
It’s been a month now.
And I still look for her.
I still glance at “her spot” without thinking.
Still expect to see her there, waiting.
Every night, I find myself going through her pictures.
I don’t cry as much anymore… but writing this… it still breaks me.
I don’t know what I believe in.
But I hope… I really hope… she’s waiting somewhere.
In that place, she’s young again.
Climbing toward me.
Beating me back home like she always used to.
And maybe… we get forever this time.
Just quiet moments… warm sunlight… and endless summers.
Thank you for letting me share her story.
She existed.
She was loved.
She had a family that truly, deeply cared for her.
Rest in Peace, Sadie. 🖤🐾

POV: You got snacks? 👀🐿️

Snow-capped and nut-ready! ❄️🐿️