by Emily on Sat Jan 16, 2010 1:16 pm
I am a homemaker with 2 kids, plus the hubby(i think he counts for another 2 children, at least). I have become The caretaker, mommy to our 2nd fs. About 2 1/2 wks ago, a fs ended up in our house. It was the beginning of a very unusual cold streak on the coast( a couple of weeks of below freezing temps at night). My dog (a yorkie-poo) actually found him and caught him when he ran across the floor. 1st, I too thought it was a mouse, but still screamed for my dog to 'drop it'. He did, but picked it up a couple more times b4 the little guy got away under the frig. At that point, I had seen enough to recognize it as a flying squirrel. He stayed hidden the rest of the night, while the dogs went in the bathroom for the night, in hopes of protecting the little guy if he wondered out. Next morning, i found him curled up, asleep in the corner of my kids hallway. Got the kids to school, & after many creative attempts, hubby & I finally caught him. Kept him in a plastic garb. can with a book over the top(but room for air) while we ran to Petsmart & bought a cage & necessities. Once he was in the cage, I began to notice that his back leg was injured; no visible bleeding but he was dragging it, not using it. I alerted hubby, who is an ER doc,and who insisted we 'keep' him. Rocky, as he was named by the kids (for Rocky & Bullwinkle show), ate, drank water, & seemed to get around the cage ok. Hubby thought his back leg was broken, poss. from the dog's capture, or possibly happened earlier & was the reason he sought refuge in the warm house (more likely, the 1st scenario). I spent a couple hours a day, & evening w/him, cleaning the cage & talking to him. In two days, I went upstairs (we put him up there so he would have peace from the dogs!) to find him lying in his fluff bedding, but not covered up/tucked in as usual. He was lying on his side, stretched out, & from the moment I saw him, I knew something was wrong. I couldnt see him breathing, ran to the cage, & he had already passed. I would not have thought that something I had only known for 2 days could have touched my heart like that, but I was devastated! I wrapped him in a soft rag & held him, crying terribly for at least an hour. I could no longer suffer alone, so I went downstairs to wake sleeping hubby(who worked the night shift and had just gotten to sleep). I could not quit bawling, as I felt responsible for this baby. Why didn't I know he was more seriously injured, could I have done something? ANd praying that he didn't suffer; that somehow we (I) comforted him during his last days. My day was wasted, as I could not stop crying & grieving for our little guy. And my kids had been so excited when we 'found & saved him'. They did get to enjoy watching him one evening before we lost him. When they got home from school, we had a short funeral/burial in the backyard, before they had to go to guitar lessons & cheer prac. (to which neither wanted to go, esp. my son who was very upset). I went in search of a book 'Chicken soup for the pet lover's soul' with which to comfort myself and my kids. So I know what you all mean about these little flying squirrels touching your hearts! I would not have thought I could be so heartbroken about something I had known for such a short time, but he was very special!Rest in Peace, Rocky!