Stampy Longnose, the final gerbil from Conor's birthday died this morning. And unfortunately, we can't blame the cat. Conor forgot to give that poor, sweet gerbil water. And Dave and I forgot to supervise our dear son in the care of his new pets. And now we've lost Stampy.
Pet deaths suck. Even if they are rodents.
Anne Lamott has a great article in Salon today about the natural co-existence of anger and guilt. I was initially extremely angry at Conor for forgetting to water his one remaining gerbil. Then I realized I was feeling incredibly guilty for not supervising Conor better and not giving Stampy water myself. And then I realized that I was able to keep my gerbils in water, when I was a girl, because of the huge clear watering bottle that was so prominent in their cage. The watering bottle in this cage is small, blue, and in the back. There are real human factors errors with it, in addition to the human errors we obviously had.
In any case, Conor is going to have a new responsibility, which Dave and I can clearly supervise, of maintaining the water for the cats and the dog for the next 3 weeks. And then we'll see if Santa will bring a bigger, better, CLEAR water bottle for the front of the gerbils cage.