This space is reserved for the memory of Remy, one of our gerbils that passed away. The circumstances were tragic. We found Remy with half of his tail missing. The jury is still out as to how it got chewed off; did he chew his own tail off trying to escape from something? Did Frank, his buddy, decide he was hungry one night because Clara forgot to feed him and started nibbling on his tail? We do not know.
I asked Clara if she'd like to have a burial for Remy and she declined. She wanted to return Frank to the pet store but later changed her mind. This made me realize that we should cherish each day we have with our pets because you never know when they'll pass away.
