Fathomless Mystery

I am old enough to know that the grass is always greener. I can appreciate when people say, "Enjoy this time in your life, you'll never have this much freedom again." I can dig that, I really, really can. And, for the most part, I enjoy life as a person who happens to be single. But tonight was one of those times when I thought how nice, how comforting, how convenient it would be to have a parter with whom to share life. With whom to share random moments of weirdness. My sweet buddy, Sullivan, wanted to go out. I let him out and after a few minutes, I heard whining at the door, presumably because he wanted re-entrance. I opened the door and looked down and saw a squirrel. A freshly killed cute little critter. Sully looked at me as if to say, "Look what I did! Aren't you proud?" My first thought was, "Yes, I'm a strong woman and can do anything I set my mind to, but can't someone else do THIS for me?" The squirrel is not buried, but will be tomorrow morning. May he rest in peace after his battle with my sweet canine who meant no harm, I'm sure.