I know that many people would think that I am being overly sympathetic, but I know how much my little squirrels meant for me, and I know that they are waiting for me on the Rainbow Bridge. I only had them for 2 short days, but how happy I was during those days. I don't think I've been as happy in my life. i was always laughing and was even nice to my brother. I named them Chitter and Chatter. I found them one summer afternoon playing around my front porch. After waiting for several hours, we realized that their mother wasn't coming back for them, so I decided to take care of them. I wasn't very knowledgeable on the keeping of squirrels, and didn't have a computer, so I didn't know how old they were, or what they needed. I provided them a nice sized box to sleep in, and lots of different kinds of nuts. One night, Chitter ran off. My neighbor found him later dead under her tree. Chatter was left with me, however, but when I ran home from school, I discovered him lying very still in his box. He looked almost dead. We took him to the vet, but he said that he was malnourished, and that he would die very soon. He overed to give him a shot to kill him, but I knew that unless Chatter was in pain, that would not be an option. He said that he wasn't in any pain, and that if I decided to take him home, he would die peacefully and not die in horid pain. I decided to take him home. I took several pictures, and kept all of them. He died that night around 6 or 7 pm. I can barely see the screen now because I am crying so hard. I hope that if anyone else has lost some special pet, although they are much more thatn that, they will email me. That is the story of my beloved squirrels, which I know I will see someday at the Rainbow Bridge.