The Comforting Presence of Peggy the Short-Sighted Hedgehog During my Father’s Final Days: Sarah Sands’ Story
On a dreary, damp October afternoon, my curious two-year-old grandson stumbled upon a mysterious, dark object ensnared in a piece of netting by our pond. With his newly acquired vocabulary, he inquired, “What is that, Grandma?” It turned out to be a hedgehog. We attempted to free it gently, but it barely moved, appearing unwell. …