Elisabeth Strillacci: For the love of it

I have family and friends who tell me I need to slow down now that I’m retired. I can’t help but laugh. I’ve been retired just over a year, and I’m back at work part time for a town that I came to love through my work at the Salisbury Post. I hadn’t planned to go back to work, but love makes us do strange, funny, unreasonable things sometimes. We have three dogs, three in-house cats, three outdoor cats, and various wildlife that we take care of. And that doesn’t include the multiple times we’ve had baby squirrels literally fall into our laps that need rehabbing because mom is gone. Just like working for a town that I love, I’m an animal lover, and I struggle to turn away from an animal in need. This week, the hubs and I were out for a walk and I caught sight of movement in the grass to the right of the sidewalk. On inspection, it was a young adult squirrel who had clearly been injured. He squeaked, but tried to run away. He couldn’t. He would just roll over.

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