Poor kiddo. She understands that Froggie is now in Heaven with Buddy, but she keeps asking when they’ll feel better. About a month ago, Froggie played dead and scared the you know what out of us when Mr. Burgher went to retrieve him. The other night, he wasn’t himself, but we thought he was just molting (frogs do that, right?). Sadly, on Tuesday night, A had to ask Daddy if she could come down to say goodbye to Froggie. When she came back upstairs to finish the bedtime routine, she announced, “Froggie is dead, I told him goodbye”. So sad and sweet all at once.
…and then there were 8.
(PS, if you saw Mr. Burgher’s fb post about eggs? They were fake! She laid them, but they aren’t fertilized. I guess this kind of catfish does that?)