I had thought that the chicks would be the children's first experience with death -- for sure we'd lose one or two along the way -- but it it didn't work out like that at all. Our Kitty cat died sometime yesterday while we were at school, and I found her when we got home. She must have gone quickly, in her favorite place behind front door. She liked to look out the window, waiting for us to come home. The neighbors called her our own "Neighborhood Watch."
We had a funeral this morning in the back yard -- the kids read letters they'd written to her, I read some parts of the burial service from the Prayer Book, and we put flowers on her grave. We miss her very much.
There are some macabre-funny parts to the story, but mostly we are sad and tired. Life lesson, heart lesson, feelings lesson, science lesson. And we still await the chicks' arrival, practically any minute now. Quite possibly at 4 am tomorrow! I wonder what Kitty would have made of them? Probably not dinner -- that wasn't her style at all. We love you, Kitty.