So I thought we'd have a little funeral for him. Taylor dug a hole under our Forsythia bush in the backyard. It will be full of flowers soon, so I thought that would be a nice spot. Chase got emotional as I removed Trampolini from his bowl. Then of course, I got sad. So the two of us walked him out to the backyard with tears in our eyes. Taylor was a rock. No tears.
We plopped him carefully into the hole and covered it up.
We each said something nice about him, then said a little prayer. We put a "T" on a rock for his headstone. And that was that. So... no more cleaning out his bowl. I hated doing that. But still.... kinda sad. 
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oooh sadness, we lost our blue beta fish, Charlie, a long while ago... sad but good to start small with the whole death thing...
wow, you're good. our first death was awhile ago (we have killed many, well levi has, that's another story) we just flushed our goldfish--i can't even remember his name--down the toilet while lylah bawled.
Now begins the filling of the backyard with dead, loved pets. We have 3 baby birds, 2 lizards and a gerbil (I think unless I threw it in the garbage) and my kids have our dogs burial plot all picked out. They also know where the neighbors have buried their animals. It is a good life lesson to teach kids. But sometimes I have dreams about Pet Cemetery and I get kinda scared.
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