Same here. I went away to Canada for a week with the Boy Scouts and when I came back I found that the squirrel had been chased by my grandfather's dog, and that was the last time it ever came back to people. It used to sit on my shoulder when I rode my bicycle. Someone told the local news folks, so they came and took a photo with it on my shoulder. The story made it to the local paper. I was 15 at the time.