Who killed the squirrel?

I just sat down to write this because I couldn't stop thinking about what I experienced earlier today. I was talking on the phone with my sister so I was in the midst of conversation when I walked outside to the trash bins to throw away a bag of trash, there it was lying there dead. A dead squirrel—my shock uncontainable. I couldn't look at it. At this point, since my hands were free after throwing away the trash bag, I didn't know what to do.
And so I went inside. I couldn't concentrate on the phone conversation anymore. A dead squirrel showed up in the small alleyway next to my house. Not a public alley, more like a shared walking area between me and my neighbors.

I gathered a trash bag and some gloves. I put them on and I just stood there. I couldn't talk about the squirrel but I couldn't go face it either. Now many hours later, I'm having a hard time writing about it. But if I don't, I won't remember this and it will rot in my head. As I gathered strength to go outside, I breathed in before opening the side gate, I felt like in the presence of that dead body, I couldn't even take a breath so better go prepared.

And so finally, I opened the gate. It still was there, nothing or nobody would pick it up this quickly.

And so this time, I looked at it, I had brought a dustpan because even with my gloved hands, I couldn't think of touching such a dead thing. And before I attempted to pick it up, I looked at it for a very short moment, yet it felt such a long moment, it sunk my heart to see some ants crawling over it and a fly hovering. The death warranted a second glance, not the dead squirrel itself but the incident of this death. What could've caused this? Could it have been a person? Clearly no. There was something to it that I didn't understand, it looked sort of hurt before its death but I hardly saw any blood.
Had it been dead a long time? Maybe, fresh wounds I saw. I cringe thinking about the poor thing now. I want to stop writing but I feel its death deserves something. A living thing dies in the middle of a city and nobody notices? Well, maybe in a large city but in a smaller city, paying attention to your neighborhood is a human thing to do. I have no idea how this go in a rural area. Maybe people see it more often there, or never. I forget village life.
At this point, I couldn't stop. I couldn't let my curiosity think over this, that's why I'm sitting here writing about it. I couldn't get it out of my head but I also wanted to get it out of my head. So I sit here, writing about it. I went in with the dustpan, to pick it up. And at this point, the body was stiff and hard to approach. In this act, I paused and due to this, the body plopped over and showed its other side. The side I couldn't see at first. And at this, I realized, it never was "who killed this squirrel" and instead "what killed this squirrel?" A sharp bite, maybe that of a cat. And so I thought about it. Could it have been my cat, Heisenberg? She hangs around that area of the house. But she has never killed a squirrel. A rat yes, many mice as well, but no squirrels. There are many other neighbor animals. There's Noodle, a cat who is up to no good, any given day, but I can't bring myself to believe it was him either. Who could it have been? The dogs? No, Samson is too scared of real things and Rosie is too young to attempt anything remotely harmful towards a cute little squirrel. The neighbor's dog is an ancient guy, he wouldn't even see a squirrel.

So, I'm sitting here, thinking about it. I don't know who killed the squirrel and it makes me sad to know that a young little life has been taken. I eventually did pick it up. I wrapped it up in the trash bag and put it in the trash bin. It saddens me because it could've had an interest life in the trees in the back, maybe tease the dogs from time to time, or just collect a lot of nuts. But it never will.

My day had a sort of rift ever since, the head has been sort of lost, ever grateful for the living things around me. Both people and pets. Life is a precious thing we forget to notice because it's all around us.