Wally lived in a world almost entirely of his own construct – fearless, a shameless panderer, and the way he would cart off peanuts he must have had a major stash somewhere.
Wally would wait at the kitchen window in the morning sometimes accompanied by a friend or two for a piece of biscuit or slice of apple.
Big on scolding the hounds but would flop alongside them on the porch to join in a nap or sit on the arm of grandfathers chair exchanging pleasantries with him.
Squirrels still bark in the trees, scold and chase one another around, cadge a piece of biscuit or peanuts – fun to watch and though there are have been other notable and equally as bold squirrels there was only one Wally.
Wally had joined grandfather on a summer afternoon for what had become something of a routine nap on the porch – a few peanuts, a little talk, a scratch or two behind the ears, and then nodding off.
When grandfather awoke Wally had passed on – something that will come to all us, when it does hopefully we will be in the presence of family and friends just as Wally was.