I went for a walk today and I saw a dead squirrel. It had no obvious signs of predation or injury. It looked almost like it was just sleeping. As if it was someone’s pet that had played itself to exhaustion and so had to lay down and sleep. It made me feel incredibly sad for some reason. I felt so sorry for the cute little thing. It just lay there so still and so cold. I even had a crazy urge that if I just touched it, it would spring up and leap away, it’s life renewed.

But it didn’t. It stayed still and cold and dead. And I wanted to cry.