Last summer Maddie adopted a pet slug, Sluggy. When Sluggy passed away (aka, The End of the World), Maddie adopted Fluffy.
Fluffy was a milkweed seed who came to live with us in a jar. Maddie said she loves him because "because he's a pet that can't die."
Guess what? After a year or so, milkweed seeds begin to fall apart and the seed separates from the fluff ... even if they are carefully kept safe in a jar.
That's right. Tonight Fluffy died.
So. Much. Sobbing. With the repeated phrase, "He wasn't supposed to DIE!"
I showed her Fluffy's seed and said we could plant it where we had found it. If it didn't grow into a new plant, it would nourish the others around it. We went outside and blew Fluffy's fluff away into the wind. [Loud sobbing]
And that was our Sunday night, y'all. Sigh.