As usual the children are very matter of fact, while Tim and I are most affected. Lamb Friday died in the night. He wasn’t very interested in his night time feed and this morning the children thought he was asleep. But I thought he was too still. Ever since Jazz died, I haven’t handled finding animals dead very well. So I left the verdict to the children to determine whether Lamb Friday was still breathing or not.
What did we do wrong? I don’t know, if anything. Maybe we were all too much of a shock for his little system. Death is a very real part of life and I need to learn to be like the children and much more matter of fact about it.