I am dedicating this post to Hannah's gerbil, Lilly, who died last night.
Hannah had been upstairs in her room, playing with the gerbils, when Lilly had an unfortunate fall off of her cage. Hannah came downstairs with her in hysterics.
I will admit that the gerbils were truly something I did not want Hannah to have in the first place. I did not think she was ready for the responsibility that went along with taking care of a pet like that. But I apologize to her, right here and right now. Up to now she has done a fantastic job. With her unbelievably busy schedule, she has taken time, each and every day to care for them.
It was not until last night, that I realized the depth of her attachment to them, Lilly in particular. She was devastated. She cried uncontrollably and I was heartbroken. I have never seen such emotion come from my 10 year old.
As a parent, you always wonder if you are instilling all the right things in your kids to grow up and be caring and compassionate adults. Hannah showed us last night. I love you baby, and I am sorry about your gerbil.