Because I Feel Like Talking About Animals

As I was leaving my parent’s cul-de-sac the other night and heading down the street to my home, I noticed this sign at then end of their street.
The kids and I pulled in for a closer look:
My Mom explained that the little boy next door, found a dead squirrel in the road.
He wept at the loss of innocent life.
And then named him Fred.
He spent the entire day creating this memorial that reads:
R.I.P. Squirrel
5 years old
and then he glued a little red baseball hat at the bottom of the sign.
As I was taking a picture of the sign (my 8 year old was hiding in the back seat, bemoaning her embarrassing life) the little neighbor walked up and told us all about Fred.
Fred had a good made-up life, after his death.
And he loved baseball.
I couldn’t help but think of the squirrels in my own back yard that I secretly despised.  Okay, not so secretly.
It makes one think, ya know?
Because if the silver puffy painted sign doesn’t say “You will be missed,” I don’t know what does.
Stay tuned for TWO FANTASTIC GIVEAWAYS this week from creative Moms!