Obviously his Mom and Dad didn't tell him to look both ways before crossing the street, because the poor little guy ended up as road kill, unceremoniously picked over by the dreaded magpies and crows. We had a love/hate relationship going, and now I'm at a loss.
Moral of the story?
Life is short, enjoy every day?
The grass is not always greener on the other side?
A peanut in hand is better than a petunia in the basket?