Well, we put the little man to sleep this morning. I came in and he was same as yesterday, flailing and limp on one side. Nora and I concluded it was some sort of concusion and spinal trauma. Something that couldn't be helped in the case the he was a squirrel and not a regular pet. I asked our Doctor to euthanize him and he obliged. I couldn't bear to just drop him somewhere outside after our manager expressed how uncomfortable she was having him in the clinic. The thought of him helpless to walk and take care of himself, stranded in some remote bush with no food, and eventually dying of starvation was something I couldn't have on my conscience. With one direct plunge of the syringe into his heart and a barely audible squeak he was dead within seconds. instead of inhumanly disposing of him I put him in the freezer with our other passed on pets to be cremated. I was sad for him, I tried as hard I knew to help him and there was just nothing I could do. I hope he won't hold it against me that we put him down, I hope he had some sigh of relief as the Euthasol quickly killed the pain and stopped the heart.

I'm just a soul who's intentions are good, oh lord don't let me be misunderstood.