Pigtails' always hassling me about getting a pet. The petition list so far includes: cat, puppy, goldfish, baby human sister and Shetland pony. We came close to a guinea pig after adopting Gizmo for a week.
After hearing "no" a dozen times from dad, she took matters into her own hands. Out of retaliation or desperation, the kid dislodged a slimy slug from a rotten log, built an earthen home and named him Spike.
She adopted Spike on Thursday. By Friday, he bit the dust. Autopsy's pending, but cause of death is most likely the little guy dried out from my daughter playing with him to death. She unloaded years of pent-up pet love on the slug over a 2 hour period. There was a lot of petting.
Spike's looking limp, Pigtails pokes him with her fingernail to ensure he's toast and not taking a nap. I thought she was going to cry.
Pigtails and T. went to work clawing an earthen crypt for Spike. A tombstone, flowers, the whole enchilada. We held hands, said a prayer, sang Amazing Grace, it was a touching mollusk funeral.
Then we all busted out laughing.