Two Dot: survival

It must have been trying to get under the fence. There were bits of fur left behind. I reached down to see if I could identify what animal it came from, but what I picked up was a tail. Did it get caught? Was something chasing it? Was it running form a car? Now I have this bit of tail drying on my porch in an open jar. It is barely more than fur, but so much more. I can’t help thinking about the drive to survive and this animal’s willingness to leave a part of its self behind in order to do so.