This morning Julia, Ben and Emma were playing a great game downstairs in the family room. I was catching up on a bunch of emails that have been building up for days, enjoying myself. (I love to get those "to-do's" done!) All of a sudden Julia was running upstairs, crying--naturally, I thought someone had gotten hurt. But no. Unfortunately, Trixie the guinea pig was the casualty. She was dead in the cage.
So we had a funeral under the dogwood tree (which has an inordinate number of animal graves underneath it), complete with a handmade gravestone--Julia uses Sharpie markers and rocks for all our gravestone needs--and daffodils on top. Poor Trixie. Poor Alice, her sister, who is now alone in her desolate little cage with nobody to squeak to. Poor Julia, who was inconsolable.....
--Jen
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Awe, goodbye, Trixie.
We'll all miss you.
Even though I'm not sure I ever saw you...
--Chloe
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