"I saved his whole entire life!"
That is what she told the vet and anyone else who would listen.
It started when she scrambled into the house yelling that Romeo (our dog) had an animal in his mouth and it was "squeaking".
We rescued the lil' feller from the dog but he was hurt pretty bad. He had a bad gash on it's rear and was so covered in fleas that I thought it was red ants at first. We found the fallen squirrels nest late in the day. Actually dad did. Evidently the high winds of the last couple days had blown it out.
The vet confirmed they had already had 3 baby squirrels brought there in just the last 2 days.
I hated to break it to her that the squirrel would have to be put to sleep. 'Putting to sleep' is such a kind way to say it. And she did save it from intolerable suffering. He was so cute and frail. About a month old the Doctor guessed. Still on milk.
I don't think she really understood what it meant. She asked if he would "sometimes come awake".
She was hoping we would get to keep him.
Bless his thumpin' gizzard. And hers.