Crash

Some days just have to end right here.

It's been an emotional couple of days for Tom. Yesterday we lost Feshy. Feshy fell victim to a miserable acid-based death for which I must bear full responsibility. I didn't wash out the gherkin jar that I had blithely offered as a home for Feshy.

Feshy is buried in our garden; there's a marked grave and I said a few words.

Feshy was a loyal friend.

Feshy was a woodlouse.