Mikey was dd's first pet and much adored.
We've known for a while that he was an old man. He's lightened in colour, didn't use his wheel anymore and was just a little quieter. Still a happy, friendly, lovely little boy who sat by his door and waited for cuddles.
DD is 8 years old and has no experience of bereavement at all. DH has reminded me that this is all part of owning a pet and it will be a steep but healthy learning curve.
Right now I can see why people tell nonsense lies about farms. I'd never do that but I can't quite make my mouth form the words without sobbing.
Shall I leave it and distract her so she doesn't want to play with him later? I'm just thinking that she has school to get through tomorrow and telling her on a Friday evening might be easier.