In what I can only assume is my way of processing grief, I was moved by a statement from my wife while she and the kids were looking at the animals in the pet store (needed litter box cleaning supplies): “Oh look, this hamster is old! She’s probably already at her halfway point.”
I looked at the thing, decided it was cute, and my daughter needed a pet to take care of. That third part is my rationalizing so I don’t have to think that I’m taking in an old critter so I can process the grief of my grandfather’s death.
So, meet the newest thing to take on my surname: Daisy.
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