Even when we are doing all the right things in the classroom and life, death still comes calling. Even so life goes on.
Coming back from my Denver trip I was sitting on the plane by a very young mother and her three month old, Nathaniel, nicknamed Natter Tator since she loved tater tots so much. She was sharing her plans for raising him and queried whether she should get a dog to grow up with him. She was concerned that the dog would one day die and how that would affect him. I shared with her about how a colleague lost her childhood pet after she went to college and how she cried so. However, she never regretted having loved and cared for her dog and wants another.
I was sitting in the airport and finally got around to calling about our sick snake, Sister Isaac II. "She passed on Sunday," the receptionist gently said. Apparently she had a severe bacterial infection in her intestine and probably had it when we bought her two months ago. She probably had not eaten in over three months - I am going to see if Petsmart might give us another snake.
Yes, we lost another snake and another animal from our zoo (to add to the list of many fish). The kids want to have some kind of memorial service and we will.
None of us are sorry we knew her and in our own way loved her.
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