There's a on church on the corner of King and Simcoe that I pass enrounte to my class. My daughter called as I was passing the church so I stopped in front of the church to talk to her. She was quite upset. Seems there was a squirrel in our pool (must have slipped in when my dog was chasing it around). My daughter got the squirrel out and it was still breathing but then it passed away. She was upset at herself, wishing she had come to its rescue earlier.
As for the poor squirrel, it's got a burial spot in my backyard. Apparently the service was lovely.
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