Life is hard. Nothing is guaranteed. Each day is a struggle and a challenge, harassed by crows, irritated by ticks, beat on by weather, scared by dogs. Mostly though, he is hungry and searching for food. Yet, still sometimes the joyful and silly leaps he does brings a smile to my face.
I think I've seen him lonely. I sense his want of companionship the way he stops and looks at me sometimes. He is only but a young kit born this year, I am guessing around the end of winter.I have felt for this little life while watching him coming and going, always alone.

Today I found him dead, a little heap on the lawn. I thought perhaps he was a pile of dried grass. It seems wrong that it was him. It seems unfair that he has died already. He was trying hard and doing his best at living. Now it's over for him.

I laid him in the woods. I will remember him. Someone should because he tried his best to live. It wasn't easy for him, so young and all alone. My tears fall and hit the page I write on. They honor him and the effort he made in vain. Why so soon? I am sorry for you little fox. Good bye.

P.S. I am not sure what killed him. I think he was bitten to death by something but at least I know it wasn't Snookie.