by liz » Tue Aug 14, 2012 10:03 am
The second little squirrel that I raised was a sweet little thing that I named Fran because huricane Fran knocked her out of her nest. She got attached to me and when she heard my voice would get excited and dance around her cage. Though she was a lot sweeter than Rocky I did not want to go through the same thing with her as I did him. As soon as she was off the bottle I took her to a rehab center with 9 other little girls. I was almost crying but knew it was the best for her. The other little girls got excited to see her and within 15 minutes I could not find her in the group. I did right by her.
You did what was right even if it made you sad.