The squirrel nodded and almost smiled at her. She felt the urge to kneel down and pet him. He’ll run away if I do. A message raced across her mind. “No, I won’t.” Slowly, she lowered herself. The squirrel stood firmly in place as she reached to stroke his head. He leaned into it like he had been waiting for years for that one simple gesture; that one stroke of love. He looked at her once again and scampered away.