I knew they stood a great chance of not making it, who knew how long it had been since they last ate or were warm before we found them.

Of course the gabillion questions are running through my mind. Did I keep them warm enough? Did I feed enough? Often enough? Too much? Were they hydrated yet? Am I killing them slowly with my lack of knowledge?

*smacks hands...... chuckles*

Then the guilt vanishes for a bit (hey, it was token), and I look at it this way (which really dominates my thinking of it, but you know me and guilt):

They would have died anyway, it's been cold as anything last few days and all the early spring babies are getting an ass whompin' by the weather and rain. Two froze in the river after laying in there for what must have been an eternity to them. One died warm, with a full belly, and mite-free. One soon to be ungrateful little bastard (squirrels make shiiiiiiitty pets) has a chance still.

*smile*