Sunday was a very sad sad day for my Little Lexee. She found a horny toad a couple of months ago & made it her pet. She LOVED her little Rosie, she took such good care of her. She has this thing with death, she always has, if I tell Brad he is getting old, or call anyone old she gets upset because she says that makes her think about dying. If someone dies on TV the little girl breaks down for hours. So on Sunday, when I found Rosie had moved to a happier place I told Brad & we both dreaded breaking it to our sweet girl. We finally decided the best way was to take her to get something new, so on the way to the store I told her we were going to go get a new pet for her because Rosie had died. Oh my poor baby, it was so so sad. She sobbed & sobbed. She even tried to blame herself, telling me she must have done something wrong. It was so hard not to be able to fix her sadness. Today is actually the 1st day she hasn't cried over Rosie. She insisted on being here when Brad buried her, my hopes were that she would just let Daddy do it. We took some last pictures of her, & then Alexee helped Daddy bury her. She cried, I cried, it broke my heart to see her hurting. I might kill the boy that breaks her heart for the first time. She ended up choosing 2 Betta Fish as her new pets, she named them Cocie & Peachee:) That has cheered her up a little, but man oh man the 1st pet death has not been easy on my little girl.
