It happens to everyone. The death of your first pet. Today was the day for Max Ferrin. Sarah and Caleb's beloved beta fish. He's lived with us for the better part of two years. Right there on the kids' bathroom counter. Hey Max. What's up Max. Just brushing my teeth Max. Gotta go potty Max...don't watch. And now he's gone.
Right before dinner we headed out on the other side of our creek. I had shovel in hand. Sarah carried a small popcicle cross with "Max Ferrin" written upon the crossbeam. Caleb had "the deceased" inside a small box, inside a Ziploc baggy. A hole was dug. Max was placed ever so gently inside. Dirt was filled in. The cross was poked into the dirt. And we bowed to say a prayer.
Thank You Jesus for the honor of having such a wonderful pet. Max was a great fish. We hope he has fun in fish heaven. Amen.
Immediately upon the word Amen, Caleb says, So...can we get a snake pet now? To which Sarah replies, Well, maybe we should get a frog or a turtle. And thus, the end of Max's funeral.
[Heavy sigh]
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