The little girl is sitting on her bed looking down at her lap where Lucky is lying motionless. Her beautiful eyes are filled with tears as she sobs silently. She probably thinks Lucky is dead. He has played this stunt on me before, and I remember freaking out as hell.
"Daisy?" I say her name gently as I approach her slowly. "He is not...."
"I slept on him. It was an accident! He doesn't want to play with me anymore!" She begins to cry in earnest.
Upon closer inspection, I realize that the squirrel is dead. He looks oddly squashed and his mouth is slightly open.
A wave of grief engulfs my whole being as I pick the rodent up and stare at him. I have been with him half my life and now he is gone, he is never coming back.
Seeing the look of grief on my face, Daisy cries even more. She is
