Sunday, November 19, 2006

Goodbye Nibbles

Dear Morgan,

Isn't it just amazing how a day can go unbelievably well. You start out by waking up surrounded by many friends after a enjoying a birthday sleepover at your friend's house. You are fed hot chocolate and banana pancakes and don't have to be picked up until almost noon. You spend the rest of the afternoon at a craft fair helping the vendors by running errands and manning their booths. Then you get to attend yet another birthday party, this time for a grown-up, which could have been really dull but it wasn't. There were so many children running in and out and around the house you couldn't even count them all, and there were two cakes and no one said "no" to seconds!

Sounds like a super-fantastic-overly-wonderful day, doesn't it?

But then you go home and check on your little pet. And though he's still warm, he's no longer breathing. This is really the pits. There's nothing anyone can do or say to make it better. There's nothing anyone can do or say to make it go away. There's just nothing but sadness and hurt.

On the day your hamster died and your heart broke, mine did too.


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