Um, wow Jamie! Thanks for starting this topic, I was going to do it tomorrow when i was awake enough to type and get pictures, but I'll do it now! So, the story:
Foamy was a squirrel. He was our squirrel. My mom, sister, brother and I are Wildlife Rehabilitators, and every year we get animals (usually raccoons), and we always release them when they are well enough. The story of Foamy is a sad one. A man came into the Staten Island Zoo (where my works and I'm a Jr Docent) with a squirrel and was putting him on people to take pictures with. Completely illegal. So, Foamy was given over to us. The man said he found Foamy by himself crying next to his dead mother. We took him in and gave him a nice cage, and eventually a bigger one. He was slow while rehabilitating but was getting there. A few days ago we realized he was alot better and able to be released! Well, today (5/22/07) at around 6:45, something went wrong. He started panting and he couldn't move his back legs. We took him outside and let him get some sun (we thought it was lack of Vitamin C), and he was getting better. After an hour we put him back inside and we watched him. He was moving a little and went into his den and refused to come out. He curled up and got comfortable like he always did to go to sleep, and then he laid to rest. He was a cute guy, and I will miss him around the aprtment. I loved him, and we all got attacthed to him.
Here are some pictures of him:
My sister wanted to eat Foamy
Me and Foamy the day we got him.
My "cousin" and Foamy
My mom and Foamy.
Foamy wants to attack you!
Me my GF and Foamy
My GF with Foamy, this was the last picture ever taken of him.
-Dainan "It was so suddon

" Rafferty