Today we said goodbye to our Madam Curie. Affectionately known as Creep, or Creepo, because in the mornings when she would wake up she would root to the foot of the bed to come out of the covers, stretch out and creep to the head of the bed to wake us up or say good morning.
At the risk of making this the saddest place on the internet, I have another memorial post for another pet. Five weeks to the day of losing Amelia, we lost our hedgehog Molly. We got her when she was around one year old. The girl that had her had recently gotten a kitten that spent its free time attacked Molly’s cage. She was also a smaller hedgehog with a little crooked nose, she was most likely the runt of a litter.
Continue reading Another loss Reunites Traveling Buddies“You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.”–Goethe 
Today we buried out pet. With that in mind I would like to spend some time remembering. This generally would seem overly attached or perhaps idiosyncratic, but writing gets it out. That is not to say it empties what is inside, but it distributes in a manner than is easier to handle, at least for me.
