One of our sugar gliders died today. I don’t know what happened, he was healthy, well-fed, etc. His name was Romeo.
The kids took Romeo’s passing pretty hard, especially the 9 year old. He kept asking me if I was sure the critter was dead. “Yes,” I assured him, “he is definitely dead.” I didn’t go into details, but when I had to collect his tiny body from the cage, Romeo was most assuredly corpsified.
Also, the nine year old was particularly annoyed that the critter was being buried in a cereal box. (No shoe boxes…) He vows to never eat Kashi again.
The 5 year old asked if we could have an autopsy. Actually, his exact words were, “Maybe we better cut his belly and see what badness he ate. Plus we can make sure he won’t be a zombie.”
(Happy thoughts, indeed… Zombie sugar gliders. 5 year olds who request autopsies. Dead pets in cereal boxes… Nobody prepared me for this crap.)
The kids decided there would be a funeral. They also invited their friends.
The 9 year old read from the book of Jeremiah and took the responsibility of shoveling the dirt.
Over the cereal box. The cereal box of doom, as the 5 year old called it.
Maggie attended the service, too.
So poor Juliet is alone. While she misses Romeo, she did confide that she thought he was a bit smelly and crude, always demanding Benny Hill reruns. She says she’ll date just as soon as the requisite mourning period is over. Happily, Romeo left her in fairly sweet digs and in possession of a stockpile of food pellets.