Teya & I had our first funeral services together. Our eight pet goldfish have all gone to fishy heaven: Somewhere where all the worms are big and juicy, the rivers are ice cold, and there isn't a fish hook or a child's hand to be found! We went to the pet shop, and they were only 25 cents each... so the little two dollar purchases lasted roughly two weeks.

Official Cause of Death: Neglect due to an overscheduled weekend of weddings, friends in town, and sisters moving. It was at least four straight days that T & I were away from the house, and when we returned the horrific scene of death was before us. And the horrific smell.
Songs were sung: Give Said the Little Stream, I'm Gonna Go Eat Worms, and Swishy Friends
Railey (our recently deceased dog due to stroke/old age) probably welcomed them into the Land of Passed Pets and showed them what a full life can be like after the Strattons....

After we were finished, Teya wanted to dig the fish up again to make sure they were okay. I convinced her not to. Then she wanted to bury the snail and the rolly polly we found in the garden. When I told her we can't bury them because they're still alive and not dead, she said as she raised the rock in her hand "Okay. I'll CRUSH THEM!"