The Passing of "Tiger"

One of Kenna's hermit crabs died this week. She asked if we could bury him, so we decided on a spot in our backyard under the deck, so that it wouldn't get dug up. She planned a funeral for him, put him in an Altoids box and made a nice grave marker. One of her homework assignments this week was to write a poem, so she wrote it about Tiger and read it at the little service that we had this evening. I was surprised at the depth of her emotion over losing Tiger (many tears have been shed in the last couple of days), because she really has not taken a lot of interest in her hemit crabs lately, often forgetting to give them water for several days - perhaps this contributed to Tiger's demise. Maybe there's a life lesson in that; if we take the things and people in our life for granted and do not spend time caring for them, we may find that we lose them.

So, here's the poem that Kenna wrote in honor of Tiger:

Tiger was my favorite pet,

He died Memorial Day.

He lived two years inside my house,

I loved him as a friend.

Now his shell sits in a box.