Goodbye Bubba I love you

Upon our return home from our Thanksgiving trip to DramaMama's parents, I discovered that the Bear's favorite fishy in the tank "Bubba" had died.

Bubba has been ill for a few weeks, and we were surprised he held on as long as he did.

The Bear has been fascinated with Bubba's impending demise and asked frequently if Bubba was dead yet.

I scooped poor Bubba out of the tank, and as I placed in him in a plastic cup, I heard a sad little voice to my side, "Goodbye Bubba."

We have been preparing the Bear for this by telling him that soon we are going to have to send Bubba to see Jesus, and that he will be swimming in Jesus's fish tank now.

As we approached the porcelain graveyard, the Bear requested a last look at his dear little fishy. "Goodbye Bubba, I love you." It was both cute and sad.

As we sent Bubba for the swirly swim, the Bear remained by my side, and watched as his friend went on his way to see Jesus.

It passed surprisingly fast, however. By the time we were back in the living room he was already talking about getting a really big Bubba. Perhaps Santa will bring a really big Bubba for a little Bear.

This evening at our family's annual cookie train build, I told Kayden to tell his cousin about Bubba. I said, "Where did Bubba go?" I was intending for him to respond, "To live with Jesus." But in true kid fashion, he replied, "In the potty."