"Mommy, I just poked Smoky and then blew on him and he didn't move" says Little P last night. I yelled for hubby, since I kill spiders, clean up dog pee/poo/barf, he handles death. He comes in to the living room to check on Smoky (the long haired grey hamster)and after a quick evaluation we call time of death. Little P is HEART BROKEN. Completely crushed as we sat on the couch and she cried for an hour in my arms. He was laid to rest in the family "tree garden" in a small box with a natural stone acting as his marker. Smoky was only 6 months old, but last week we noticed that his belly was really swollen... Something was wrong and he passed prematurely.
Good bye Smoky, we will miss you.