My daughter's chinchilla escaped and our dog promptly played
with it to death. This was in the middle of the night; we
fibbed a bit and said we just found it dead in its cage.
Yesterday we had a little burial, she and her brother are
going to make a little marker stepstone for it. She is
quiet and weepy, my daughter is a sweet sensitive girl. I
don't know where she gets that from.
Brian
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| Title: Re: Chin |
27 Jul 2004 03:19:17 PM |
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Waxwing wrote:
My daughter's chinchilla escaped and our dog promptly played
with it to death. This was in the middle of the night; we
fibbed a bit and said we just found it dead in its cage.
Yesterday we had a little burial, she and her brother are
going to make a little marker stepstone for it. She is
quiet and weepy, my daughter is a sweet sensitive girl. I
don't know where she gets that from.
Brian
Comrades of our past were they,
Of that unreturning day.
Changed and aging, they and we
Dwelt, it seemed, in sympathy.
Alway from their presence broke
Somewhat which remembrance woke
Of the loved, the lost, the young--
Yet they died, and died unsung...
Fare thee well, companion dear!
Fare for ever well, nor fear,
Tiny though thou art, to stray
Down the uncompanion'd way!
We without thee, little friend,
Many years have not to spend;
What are left, will hardly be
Better than we spent with thee.
--Matthew Arnold
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