It may be that Stubby is gone for good.
In the summer of 2022, I started writing about my mother's new pet, a red squirrel who she reluctantly began to care for.
My parents live on 20 acres in the woods up north in a house my father designed when he retired 35 years ago. The house looks over the lake and, for most of the winter, my parents have few neighbors, except for the birds at their feeder and the deer making their way through the deep snow and, of course, red squirrels.
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