Mr. Squeakers Found Dead!!!!

Well as most of you might know, we have a lot of life going on at our house. From the sweet addition of Maylee to our lives to the overpopulated (and growing) fish tank, we are bursting forth with life in our humble abode.

Yesterday, however, we discovered a terrible sight. One of the very beloved members of our little family was found ravaged. Yes, murdered!!! He came to live with us about a year and a half ago and we have had some wonderful memories within our short time together. We met him at our local pet store and instantly knew that he would fit right in with our family. His name was Mr. Squeakers.

When we first brought him into our home, right away Harvey was quite cordial, but Toby however quickly became jealous of our new found friend. He became quite agitated because of all of the attention we began to shed upon Mr. Squeakers but being naive we assumed that Toby was merely going through a phase and that eventually he would become accustomed to our guest.

We were wrong. Saturday morning I awoke and began to make a venture to the kitchen. Halfway down the hall I felt an imperfection in the carpet so I looked down to find a cloud on our floor. A small cotton ball. I didn't think much of it until I detected a small cotton trail. I should have known the horror that awaited but my inquisitive mind followed the path of fluff.

And there he laid. The sight was horrible. I bent down to give him mouth to mouth resuscitation but it was too late. It was hard to see at first what had been the fatal blow because Mr. Squeakers' insides had been pulled out of his body and laid to rest upon his body. Clearly only a villainous creature could have done such a thing to Mr. S. I vowed right then and there I would track down my friend's murderer. I vowed that no matter what the cost, the time, or the effort I would avenge Mr. Squeakers!! Two minutes later, I found him.

He had already moved onto a new victim and was in the act of committing yet another act of terror! He was clearly a serial squirrel killer. Realizing that no one would believe that the cute face of Toby would be believed as a killer I snapped some shots to seal his fate. Larissa thinks we should let him go with a warning though I know what happens to little dogs once they get a taste for fluffy squirrel stuffing. They want more and more and more until eventually their craving is unquenchable and then they move on to bigger ground! First pillows, then couches, and then in a final climatic bid of passion they go for the insulation inside the walls.

Please keep our family in your thoughts. Although we found another Mr. Squeakers look-a-like, I still know its not him. This is a hard time in our life. Hard times.