The Saddest Thing

I was driving home from work yesterday down a beautiful tree-lined street on a cloudless day (Vinsetta to be exact). I saw what looked to be road kill up ahead so I stayed to the left to avoid it. As I got closer, it was in fact a dead squirrel, but there was another squirrel looking over it, with one hand over its own heart in grief, like it knew that its brother was gone forever. For a second, I was heartbroken because a great day like this should be enjoyed, but now it can't be for either squirrel. The way it looked made me think of a mom looking over her son, or a husband looking over his wife. It was the saddest thing.