Despite our good will, love and effort, Wycior has died today.

I still can't believe it. We adopted him on Friday and he died on Sunday. His enite life happened over the long weekend.

He didn't even live long enough to open his eyes.

One of our dogs became his foster mother. Both of them were red, so they really fit each other. Fanta (our dog) was licking Wycior for all the time and tried to move him around in her jaws. She grew so attached to him she didn't want to go out for a walk, cause it would mean leaving him alone. I swear, we had to drag her on the walk by force. She genuinely panicked whenever we tried to take Wycior away from her. We don't know how she will take the loss.

We are going to burry him in the forest he was born in.

I am still going to post his photos somewhat later.

Farewell, our little squirrel.