If Walter is gone, then who the heck is this?

 

Walter the Groundhog

And so it is that we say goodbye to Walter the groundhog.  He's in a better place now.  And by that I mean that he waddled into our live trap and Bill relocated him to a lovely forest out of town.  It broke my heart to have to do that, but he was destroying the garden and digging a network of holes in the backyard.  I'll miss him though.  I loved looking out to see if he was sitting by the shed in the golden light of morning.  I loved Bill's faux-enraged yelling of "Waaallllttteer!" whenever he caught him munching on something he shouldn't (like the flowering monarda).  It was reminiscent of Sheldon's "Wheeaatton!" yell on The Big Bang Theory.  So, in honour of my little Walter, I've written a blues song:
 Sung to the tune of a standard blues song.

"Where is my little groundhog,
oh where could he be?
Where is my little groundhog,
he's not sitting by the tree
my little groundhog
g-r-o-u-n-d-h-o-g
Where's my little groundhog
He ain't where he's supposed to be"

Walter, you've definitely left a hole in our hearts.  And under our shed.