A Sad Morning

This morning got off to a very sad start. Papa Frog died sometime in the night.

I had just gotten out of the shower, and I heard Evan calling from his room. When I got there, he was a little teary and asked why Papa looked funny.

I hate that moment. The moment when I know he knows why, but I have to say it out loud. My poor boy turned into a puddle. I held him as his whole little body shook and the tears rolled. We put him in a little tupperware casket, and we'll bury him beside Nana Frog tonight.

I love that my boy loves his pets so fiercely, but I so wish I could keep them alive forever.