Then just after Christmas my daughter visited from Yorkshire and noticed droppings in the airing cupboard. Again we had a visitor/visitors. I sent my husband out to get some humane mice traps so I could catch and release it or them. My daughter and husband were convinced we had more than one mouse so I never thought for one moment it was my little friend from the garden. Anyway my husband returned with DEADLY mouse traps. They were horrific and I was so angry but he laid them anyway. Later that night I went to empty the kitchen bin and hiding in a corner behind it was my little friend! He was so scared my heart jerked. I quickly coaxed him into a cardboard box along with bedding and food then closed the lid, drilled a few holes out of his reach and left him overnight. Next morning we drove out to an empty building away from roads (and cats) to what I thought would be a safe little home. I even left him some food to get by. We drove away.
Since then I have thought of my little friend every day with ever growing sadness and guilt. I wish now I had kept him here over the winter. My dear little friend - how I miss him.