Last week we lost our pet hamster, Everest. She was our youngest daughter’s friend, and she’s passed on to the big hamster wheel in the sky, so to speak.
We found her dead in her cage while our daughter Miss Bouncy was finishing up with bath time, so I made a coffin out of half of a toothpaste box, filled it with pretty gift tissue paper, and wrapped it with white paper. After bath-time Miss Bouncy came out and we had to explain to her that Everest had died and that she needed to say her goodbye. So, she drew a nice picture of her and Everest on the coffin, and the other children wrote their names on the base of it, and we let her hold Everest’s body for a little while and then placed Everest in her resting place and closed the lid. Miss Bouncy didn’t want to bury her just yet, so we let her sleep with Everest next to her bed and then buried her the next day next to our Japanese Maple tree, at the Easter edge of our property. Everyone agreed it was a good spot. So, I said a couple of words, Miss Bouncy said a couple of words, and then we placed Everest in the hole and covered her up and that was that.