In memory

Death came to our house yesterday. Our gerbil, Henry passed on to meet her mate James on the other side. I discovered her in the afternoon but left her undisturbed until just before bedtime. We had much sorrow as we saw her in her box coffin and while painting her name on her headstone. We had much wailing as we walked into the desert behind our house and dug a semi-deep hole. Alex was truly sorrowful and Ryan was feeding off of that. Ryan was more interested in what would happen if Molly passed on too: like, could we get a dog after Molly dies? Alex was missing her this morning. Funny, he hasn't feed her or looked at her more than 3 times in the last 6 months. He said, 'It was so much sadder when we lost our fish because when they die you flush them down the toilet.' Alex also said, 'Well, Molly shouldn't be lonely for too long because she'll have babies in a couple of months.' In case you are new to our blog, Henry and James were our male gerbils. James escaped and suffocated in a bag. We found him 3 months later. We told the boys he had gone on vacation because he was missing. 2 months after James was gone, lo and behold Henry had 8 babies in her cage one morning. So, you can see if you aren't up on the birds and the bees how cause and effect would dictate another set of babies. I merely replied that it takes a mommy and daddy gerbil to have babies and so Molly will be alone. And, no Ryan, I am not going and buying a daddy gerbil!