This amazed me. Yesterday it became apparent that our little hamster was in some pretty serious distress. The kids could see that he was acting very oddly, and some online research helped us conclude that his time could be short.
The kids have never had to process news like this before. They asked some ifs and whys, and then moved on to other things. Bethany disappeared into her room. When I inquired later, she said, with a sweet smile, "I'm doing crafts." Not long after that she came to the kitchen with pipe cleaner stems and paper blossoms, and left them on the table.
This morning when we found him still, we put him in a little container for an afternoon burial. I asked her if she would like to finish her craft, and she nodded.
She wanted to be ready. But she didn't want to bring on the finality before it was time.
We'll miss you, Kevin.