As an adult I should be doing better. But I’m not. I woke to find my Norman had passed during the night. And I’m overwhelmingly heartbroken. My newest snuggle bug, therapy hamster, my little happy place is gone. My daughter is crushed and I can’t fix it it.
Some of you may be rolling your eyes, and if so I ask that you keep your negativity quiet.
Norman wasn’t here with us long enough, and this little fur ball brought many needed smiles.