I think it's a good lesson in life to deal with death in small doses. It's a real lesson, one that I think we shy away from in our culture. But the truth is, it does happen, and it's awful.
Daffy was only 4 days old when he passed, but he was the duck that Laurel had bonded with the most. He would sit and cuddle with her for long stretches. (Likely the first sign of his coming demise) As every day passed he became progressively less able to walk, and mostly just sat and peeped weakly. Laurel did her best. She came up with a special food plan, opening his beak and feeding him a few drops every hour or so. She tried her best to nurse him to health, and to love him back to life.
On Daffy's last night Laurel decided to sleep downstairs to keep a closer eye on him. But no matter what she did, in the morning when I woke up and went to peek on them...Daffy had passed away. My heart broke for Laurel. I let her sleep longer, mostly just to keep that innocent little girl innocent for a few more minutes. But when the time came, I told her. And she cried, and Luke cried, and I just held them and let them cry.
It was kind of beautiful in a weird way. As a parent, but especially as a homeschooling parent, you really get to experience everything with your kids. And that's how it should be. We help shape the way they handle life, death and everything in between.
Here's to Daffy Duck. Rest in peace sweet little duck, you will be remembered by a little blonde girl for the rest of her life.
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