Grant: Momma, I picked up Rolie, and he acted funny.
Me: What do you mean?
Grant: Well, he just laid in my hands and his mouth was open and he would not close it and he would not even move.
Me: Oh, no! Let me see him.................(I'm pretty sure I know what I'm going to find, and I am feeling a little nervous since I've never had to deal with a dead animal in my house before)....................... Yes, honey, I am sorry, but Rolie is dead. (Rolie was actually as stiff as a nail. Not sure how that happened so quickly since we had played with him just a few hours prior to his sudden death.)
Grant: (in a disappointed voice)I guess we will have to bury him up. (I'm not quite sure how to bury something "up"...)
And how much of a dork am I? I am a little sad that sweet Rolie is gone. What an innocent and short little life he lived, and even in his insignificance to the world, he meant so much to Grant and Rhett. It just reminds me how precious and delicate life is. I know, I know - I'm being too emotional about this. I just for sorry for the little fella. I hope he is happy in gerbil heaven. What am I going to do when our dog dies? I think I'll cry a river!
