R.I.P. Nanny

Well, Nanny passed on to the great fish bowl in the sky today...she was with us for exactly two weeks. We had been noticing some strange behavior from her lately, and then *poof* she was a goner. Parker's reaction to her death was interesting...to an untrained eye he didn't seem to react much at all. It was actually very characteristic of him. He seems to suppress his emotions somewhat, or at least to not want to make a big deal out of his feelings or for us to make a big deal about things. For example, he almost never admits when he is hurt, even if he is clearly injured and/or crying--he will just deny, deny, deny, and hates for us to draw any attention to the fact that he is hurt or upset. So, he may have seemed to not react much to Nanny's death, but I do think he was a little upset by it. He wouldn't come out to the garden to bury her with me...I thought flushing her was a little too heartless, so I dug a hole for her in the front garden next to a flapjack, and put some painted stones over her final resting place...hey, she'll be good for the plants.