Part 11: The lost souls.
One minute of silence,
for the little souls
that slipped through my fingers...
Juniper: July, 2019
I will carry you in my memories, always and forever,
you will never be forgotten.
You didn't even get to see
this beautiful world, with your tiny eyes.
You didn't get to run in the crowns of tree tops
And, you didn't even get to find love,
make love and make your own babies.
Sylvester: March, 2020
Oh how I was looking forward to see you grow,
to thrive, to teach you squirrel school.
And to see you run off into the horizon
as strong, independent and free squirrels.
Although you were probably sick,
way before you arrived to me and although
I know it was out of my hands,
it's almost impossible for me
not to feel like, I failed you.
Muni: July, 2023
Your untimely, too early passing,
will forever be marked as scars upon my soul.
May you run, climb and jump freely and happily,
in the endless rows of hazelnut trees
across the rainbow bridge.
For there, in the mist of golden hazelnuts
we shell all see each other once more.
Until then...
May your tiny lights shine bright,
on the star glittering nights.
Yours truly, Paps...
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The Statistics:
10 Years.
20 Squirrels.
17 Saved, 3 Lost.
17 Successful rehabs.
16 Successful releases.
01 Unsuccessful release, Tintin.