Death is never an easy issue but when you are responsible for that death, it's a burden almost to great to bear. That's what I've been dealing with since I accidentally killed my son's frog, Darth Vader. I really, really didn't mean to. I was trying to be helpful and clean it's tank. I didn't know I was supposed to put "spring water" into the tank. I thought the frog was just being pretentious so I used tap water. Darth Vader became really active... I thought he was happy because his tank was clean, I didn't realize he was trying to escape the toxic tap water! Goodness, we drink this stuff! We woke up the next morning and ole Darth wasn't looking so, well, alive. I feel so awful. At least we still have our other frog, Luke Skywalker, to keep us company. The worst part is this is the second pet death we've experienced in the last 2 months. Our dear hamster, Ham and Cheese died in Grandma's care while we were out of town. He had lived to the ripe old age of 2 1/2 and died peacefully in his sleep. We're going to have to invest in some sturdier pets with longer life expectancies! My poor sister, in an effort to spare her children the heartbreak of loss (they have a bird, fish and hamster) is on a first name basis with most of the staff at her local Petsmart. I think she' s in there about once a week replacing some dearly departed creature.
Fortunately for me, my son is a wonderful, forgiving soul. He says he doesn't blame me (a new Stars Wars action figure helped heal the wound, too).
Well, Darth, may the force be with you....you will be missed.
I think I'm going to go buy a water filter......