The Squirrel is dead

Saturday morning, Brady and I got in the car and were about to drive to Walmart when I saw a dead squirrel in the road right by my car. I said, "awww, poor squirrel" which of course prompted Brady to ask questions. I told him the squirrel got ran over and he was dead. This prompted intense curiosity. He was intent on seeing it, so I unbuckled him from his car seat and let him come in the front seat to look (the squirrel was still intact and didn't look squished or anything). He said, "awww, poor squirrel. Where is his mommy? His mommy is crying." After a minute of staring and talking, I managed to get him back in his car seat. However, the entire trip at Walmart was consumed with talk of the squirrel. When we got home, looking at the squirrel was Brady's first priority. We went straight to the squirrel, then went inside and got daddy and brought him out to see the squirrel. This was Brady's first experience with death (other than a bug) and he was quite fascinated as well as concerned! By Saturday afternoon, he was in the "anger" part of the grieving process. He said, "I'm so mad at that car for hitting that squirrel! I am going to kick that car. That squirrel was my friend. I love him." We went outside to look at the squirrel at least 20 times on Saturday. We had to get pretty close so that he get could see his eyes, which was very important to him. Brady even asked me to take a picture, which I thought was a little too morbid, so I did not. lol
I was beyond thrilled when we woke up Sunday morning and someone had cleaned the squirrel up. Brady seemed at peace with this, and said that the squirrel went to Heaven to play with Pepe (our dog that died when I was pregnant with Brady).
We are now on the lookout for a new squirrel friend for Brady on our street. :)