Hey Tammy, What you are feeling is perfectly normal. Sometimes the universe puts things in our way and we don't know why. It may just be the only way you could open up to cry for your lost fuzzy and your lost employment. Through a counselor, I found out that was true for me. I would cry over something completely stupid, but it really had something to do with an event I experienced before and hadn't allowed myself to deal with the emotions that followed it. I will never forget...I lost Lucy #1 on the way to the vet. I tried to rescue her, Lord knows I tried. I pulled over, cried for a minute and continued on to work. My husband took her home and buried her. It was all done when I got home from work. Later that week I was cleaning the Ferret Nation cage. I bent down for something, the top door swung back in. I stood up, and my back hit that damn door so hard it came off the hinges. Major OWIE! And I started crying, I mean really bawling. I couldn't stop. My husband came in, and I was inconsolable. It wasn't about the hurt in my body, it was about the hurt in my heart. And work wasn't going well. And I had been sick. And I wasn't sleeping through the night. I hadn't let myself deal with it all, so the universe, G-d, Creator, whatever you believe in...stepped in and found a way to make me deal with it. I understand the stopping to help the animal part. I did it the other night when I saw a rabbit get hit. BUT, you need to put your safety and the safety of people traveling with you first. Pull over to the side of the road, hit the flashers, and when it is safe, then go try and help. Your heart was in the right place, but saving that squirrel was just not to be. Give yourself permission to deal with all the events of your life recently. I recommend and equal amount of fuzzie and human hugs. I'll get you started. Hugs, Jill and the Paws to the Wall Gang [Posted in FML 5957]