Been around a year since my little buddy passed away, had him for a year and a half. His name was Rocky, I picked him up at my little brother's baseball practice. The kids ran up to me telling me they found a dead rat in the dugout, so I went to go check it out...and found this lil' guy out cold!

I scooped him up in my hat, took him home, put him on a warming pad and fed him some sugar water through a syringe. When he came too, he scurried into my coat pocket and wouldn't budge! He bit a lot at first...in fact, Rocky was kind of an asshole at first, but then he became my buddy c:

This picture here was a rather common sight anytime I opened up a jar of nuts or peanut butter. No matter where he was in the house, he'd come running/flying into the kitchen to get his fair share. He used to hide various nuts in my coat pockets and in my bed, must have thought I sucked at being a squirrel.

I miss ya little buddy~

EDIT: This is a flying squirrel. They're itty bitty compared to regular squirrels c: