I have always loved squirrels. I like the way they scamper about, chatter, and even bark.
When I was a boy my neighbor had a tame squirrel named Samantha. She was not a pet per se, but she would eat out of your hand. From the first time that Samantha ate out of my hand I wanted a pet squirrel.
When I got married my wife had a dog named Queen. Queen was a German Shorthair. She weighed around fifty to fifty-five pounds. She was supposed to be a bird dog but she was afraid of water.
One day while I was at work my wife heard Queen barking and something crying. She ran out the back door and found Queen with a baby squirrel in her mouth. It took some doing, but she finally convinced Queen to drop the baby squirrel.
The baby squirrel was not dead so she put Queen in the house, waited, and watched for the mommy squirrel to come claim her baby. After an hour she decided she needed to do something. She scooped up the listless, but living, baby squirrel into a shoe box and carried it into the house.
Home from work
When I came home from work for lunch I was presented with my new baby squirrel. By now it was moving some. I picked up the baby squirrel and examined it for cuts. There were none. We had an old cage so I made a bed for it and put it in my room until I got off work.
What to do now?
The baby squirrel did revive but now what was I to do with it? We called a vet that specialized in wild animals and explained the situation to him. He told us what type of formula to feed the squirrel and that I had to teach it to use the bathroom. He said the mother did this by licking the babies tummy but that I could rub it’s tummy with my hand. I was grateful I did not have to lick it!
Samantha II, as we called her, was about three inches long with a small bushy tail. She was not a newborn. I faithfully rubbed her tummy to help her go to the bathroom. We fed her the formula and she started to grow. The vet said that squirrels made good pets but that they were one owner pets. Only one person could safely feed and handle her. That was fine with me. She was my pet.
Hide and Seek
When I came home from work I would take Samantha II out of her cage and play with her. She would scamper up my pant leg and crawl around my neck. Eventually she would hide in the pocket of my sweet suit and settle down. She was a lot of fun. She seemed to enjoy being with me as much as I enjoyed being with her.
Samantha II was doing really well. Every evening we would play and then I would feed her. It was two weeks since my wife rescued her and Samantha II seemed to love being with me. One evening I came home from work and went to get my baby squirrel. When I looked in her cage she was not there. My wife then told me that she had died. We have no idea why she died and my brother-in-law had buried her for me under some bushes in the front yard. They knew how much I loved my baby squirrel and wanted to spare me the pain.
I loved my little squirrel. She was a dream come true. I still would like another pet squirrel but doubt that will ever happen again. I still think about Samantha II and remember the fun we had together. I will never forget her.