Got a cute little simple squirrel tattoo on my wrist today :)

My cat brought home a two week old baby grey on the first of September last year. He was in terrible shape and I knew nothing about squirrels. I didn't think he would last the night. The toes of one back foot became horribly infected and fell off (a week or two later.) His other leg was permanently dislocated. He was profoundly bruised up. I was so out of my element and just intended to be with him until he passed, because every creature deserves that. But he made it through that night and I vowed I would do my best to make sure he had the best and longest life I could give him. I spent so much time scouring the internet to find out how to keep him alive. And I managed to do just that. There were many nights I thought were his last. The time I switched his formula too quickly and he had severe diarrhea. The time he had just began being able to roam on his own and took a swim in the toilet. The time he fell from really far up a tree. But in between all those times I cried my eyes out thinking I had failed him, he thrived. He became so special to me. He loved to eat, and play, and have his favorite spot scratched to the point he would lick the air if he couldn't reach my hand. He would play peek a boo, and jump from one arm to the other, and eat his snacks happily on my knee. As he grew up, I knew I couldn't keep him forever. He wasn't meant to live in a house, where I had to figure out ways to keep my dogs and cats and child away from him while still giving them the attention they needed too. No, I knew he needed to live outside where he belonged and loved to be. The day came when a new dog showed up and I realized dumping season was upon us which meant it was even more dangerous for him to be outside. I live in a neighborhood where there are so many cats and dogs just dumped by terrible people who abandon their pets. So I took my beautiful little squirrel friend to my parent's house just a few minutes away, out of a neighborhood and into a pecan orchard. I came over every day to visit. He was so incredibly happy. Today I found him, half under a shovel that had fallen onto him and severed his spine. This time he really has met his end. This time it really is over. I keep trying to tell myself at least he died living, and not stuck in a cage watching the world go by, but I feel like I failed my little friend, and I am profoundly sad to have lost him.

The neighbor cats stalk my squirrels during their breakfast on my deck. The squirrel population showing up has dropped by over half. Any suggestions on how to keep the cats away? I’ve talked to the owners and they’re keeping the csts outside.

I have a baby flying squirrel. I picked her up and she flew out my hand and her entire tail fur came off. It’s all bloody and she’s panicking. What should I do?

me and my partner have, after giving it some thoughts, decided that we'd be open to the idea of keeping a squirrel as a pet or rehabilitating him. My family and I have some experience domesticating or/and rehabilitating wild animals. I know it's not the same but we did have racoons more than once and we successfully rehabilitated them every time. I informed myself quite a bit on the reality of owning and rehabilitating a squirrel and realized that we would be more than capable of giving him all the ressources he needs to be happy and to strive. our lifestyle also means that there would be someone home pretty much all the time and thus would be able to satisfy the needs and entertain the squirrel.

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