RIP Nacho

It is always hard to have a pet die, but I believe perhaps even harder when you watch your pet die. We have had little Nacho now for a little less than a year. The kids knew they were going to have to say goodbye to our little furry friend when we left, but we always assumed some friends of ours would give him a good home and we would say goodbye in a bittersweet way knowing he was still swinging around his cage like a monkey and entertaining somebody else just like he always did us.

Thursday morning when I got back from my run I found him trapped in the window of his little house that is in his cage. He had 1 paw and his head stuck out and his color was really dusky. I got Ken and we got him unstuck, but you could tell he was struggling to breath and very flaccid. I had the kids hold him for a little while knowing that when we came home from school he would probably be gone. Sure enough when we came home Nacho had passed on and so we decided to have a funeral for him. The children decorated a box for him to be buried in. Connor played "Amazing Grace" on the guitar and Kayleigh read the 23rd Psalm. Afterwards we had a hard time explaining to Cade that we couldn't dig him back up and put him in his cage. We have said goodbye to 3 pets now in the last 1 1/2 years and this one I believe was hardest on the kids just because they knew the little guy suffered. The kids wanted to know if they would see their little "luchador" in heaven and I told them that if the lion was going to lay down with the lamb in heaven that surely there would be room for a little hamster named Nacho Libre.