Memento mori

[marnanel]

I was walking back from the shop with a bottle of milk. A squirrel darted across my path, saw me, and ran halfway up a tree; then he darted back down and across the road. On the far side of the road a car hit him and he died. It made a sound. I waited until the traffic cleared and went across to see whether I could do anything, though I'm not sure what I could have done. But his eyes were bulging and staring and he wasn't breathing, and he was quite clearly dead.

Life is short; please tell someone you love them today.