Yesterday on our trot we saw something sad.
A perfect little red squirrel was lying in the middle of the road dead as a dodo.
It had its tiny eyes closed and looked just like it was sleeping. It was clearly not long gone as it was completely in tact.
The niece tried to get hold of it but Ma was firm and decided that if it was still in one piece on our return she’d give it a decent place to rest.
So good to her word Ma braced herself restrained the niece and grabbed the critter by its tail and placed it in the nearest yard.
We could have carried it home to ours but world war three may have ensued as to who owned it and Ma could certainly not have held it and us without shoulder dislocation.
Ironic then that when we got back in President Carters last journey was just beginning.
We know that he, like that squirrel has his eyes closed and is peacefully back with his maker.
Blessing#2278-At Rest
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