I know that feeling!
My son had a kitten when he was about two, and he LOVED that little thing!
It got out and got killed. He found it. He kept telling me it was asleep. I cried.
Tom and I shed a few tear together when his lizard died a couple of weeks ago. He had a snit when I said this one was Bill’s if he could raise it. Actually, I’m putting out feelers to other families with boys, in hopes that we can place it out. We can’t keep it in a Gladware container forever, and it can’t go in the terrarium with the anoles.
Bill’s making calzone for supper. I need to email Irish_Thatcherite. He send me some nice pictures of his family’s vacation in Northern Ireland!
Danged tough tale of that kitten your boy lost.
Not having had TV for over 15 years, I’m surprised at what gets to me, these days. In retrospect, I marvel that my ~20 years of watching the “idiot box” had left me so jaded, but it had. I can’t imagine the level of insensitivity that one might be able to achieve with 512 channels of 99 44/100% pure hellspew available 24/7/365.