How fragile life is.

I was walking up the hill on Mayfield Road between Little Italy and Coventry Village during the 11:00 hour this morning, when I encountered a squirrel along my path. I spoke to her teasingly as I often do with squirrels: “Whatcha doing? Getting into mischief, no doubt.” She looked at me and then suddenly ran into the roadway, right into the path of an oncoming truck. A couple of seconds later I checked up on her, but she was already dead with blood spurting everywhere. I was in shock and cried a little bit. I want this squirrel to know that she did not live unnoticed, and that someone mourned at her passing and shed a few tears. I am grateful for our very brief encounter in her last moments.