Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Farewell to a Friend
Our little Monster up and died Sunday evening. During Sat. evening she was carrying on as usual, crawling around upside-down on the bars on her cage and being completely normal. Then on Sunday Dennis asked me, "Why is Monster sleeping on the floor in the middle of her cage?" She was taking her last breaths when we found her and we have no clue what happened. She couldn't have been more than 6 months old!
The interesting this is explaining this to the girls. They had some interesting comments:
Dennis: "Monster died."
Squeaky: "Like Jesus on the cross?"
Dennis: "Ummm... well... sort-of, except that Jesus rose again from the dead and Monster's just gone."
Dennis and Button looking at the empty cage the next day:
Button: "Monster lay down. Monster sleeping. He lay down." (She had gotten a glimpse of the body on Sunday.)
Squeaky: "A., Monster died."
Button: "Yeah, died."
Squeaky: "She DIED, A. She went back to the store."