my dad called me up yesterday and our conversation when something like this:
[ed. note: just days earlier, my dad had told me that the hamster, tiny, wasn't eating and drinking a lot of water. also, additional note, my sister is 7]
dad: you better pull your black dress out of the closet?
me: why? did the hamster die?
dad: yes. he finally kicked the bucket.
me: awww. you called it. how's lil sis' taking it?
dad: she's crying in her room.
me: is she REALLY?
dad: yeah, she came out for a minute to say "i miss him", then went back to her room.
me: what? she hasn't played with tiny in over a year!
dad: i know. you know what's really sad?
me: what?
dad: tiny didn't even get to make a bucket list.
(laughter)
dad: we're gonna start a pet cemetery in the back yard.
(awkward silence)
me: DAD!
r.i.p. tiny. 2007-2009
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