Being a mom is kneeling in soggy sandy carpet, looking for teeny teeny tiny little animals accidentally dumped from their 8 inch tank….
Being a mom is using a flashlight and a magnifying glass as you dig through white carpet fibers looking for teeny teeny tiny white/clear survivors….
Being a mom is scooping up the half inch long one before he dies and rushing him to the tank….
Being a mom is telling your tearful 9 year old that we found Ben but that you think Corben Jr. went down the air vent and has probably gone onto a better place….
Being a mom is staring into a murky 8 inch tank examining the swimming and not swimming of the only surviving pet and trying to determine if said half inch tadpole looking creature is injured, in shock, traumatized by being scooped up by a magnifying glass, and if he’s going to make it through the night….
Being a mom is comforting your little pet owner and assuring him that in Heaven the puddles don’t dry up and that Corben Jr. is off on some amazing new adventure….
Being a mom is saying a prayer and asking Heavenly Father to let Corben Jr. know of the love that was had for him here and for comfort for his sad sad owner…..
Being a mom is drawing pictures of the teeny teeny tiny Corben Jr. along with Corben (Sr.) and watching him write, “Best Buds” and helping him tape it to his wall….
Being a mom is taking comfort in his smile and hugging him goodnight, hoping he’ll soon get over his first pet loss….
Being a mom is being VERY thankful it wasn’t a dog….
2 comments:
Sad and sweet.
Dang it we aren't having any luck with these things! We had 3 born only to die the next day! His Aunt knows his pain!!
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