CHB was kidless for a few weeks as PIA and HOW traveled with Grandma and Grandpa throughout the United States.
CHB had a VERY important job while the kids where away. Keep the hamsters alive. Guess what? One of them died. Not due to lack of care on CHB's part. You know as parents, the last thing we wat is our kids to come home from a sleepover, camp or a few weeks away to find a dead pet. Torture.
So, I get a text from CHB that says this:
One of the fucking hamsters died. Shit shit shit
Now picture me rolling on the floor laughing when I see this, and the pictures that followed. I know HOW is going to crap her pants when she gets home. CHB says:
Weird thing is, before HOW left she gave me explicit instructions on what to do if it died while she was gone. She had a little coffin ready too. Bushwhacker is burying it in the coffin under the tree in back now.
Coffin for dear old Marshmallow, made by the loving hands of HOW
Bushwhacker, wearing a sad face, preparing the burial site.
Silence ensued as Marshmallow was gently placed in to the ground.
The sign of the cross is made, and a little of Bushwhacker's 40 was poured over the top.
(CHB says: Good riddance!)
The funeral was a small affair. Taps was sung. Marshmallow didn't have many friends. The event was documented for posterity by CHB for little HOW for when she returned.
Upon HOW's return, as the tears flowed freely, the story was recounted. Even though Marshmallow was a MEAN hamster, HOW made a grave marker to commemorate the life of her little hamster. May she rest in peace.
A few days later? All grief forgotten as HOW now has a replacement. Welcome Teddy Jumper to the fam. TJ for short. May he live longer than Marshmallow.