It is a sad day when a pet dies.
Even sadder is when the death feels almost completely preventable.
About five minutes ago I got up from reading my book and walked to the table thinking I should probably feed the tamagotchi and make sure he is happy.
But when I looked at it, instead of his cheery face and his little legs doing their little dance, I just saw a ghost next to a grave.
He had spent the thirteen long years of his life (thirteen earth days), flitting joyously from pocket to pocket to handbag and so on. Going with Martina and I wherever we went, calling to us with his infernal beeping, from behind zips and buttons, to play with him or clean up his excrement. He only slept a couple of nights with some poop beside his bed, and he very rarely got sick! He never caused us any trouble, and he was very well behaved, once his discipline meter was full that is, before that he was a bit of a tyke, but a playful one at that.
His time was cut short so suddenly that I think I am going to do something which I never do when tamagotchis die on me. I am going to press the reset button straight away.
Usually I disconnect the batteries for a year or so and forget about it in a drawer somewhere. But this time I think I still have a little more virtual parenting in me.
So here is me pouring out a lil liquor for my fallen virtual homie, and toasting the hatching of his... brother?
So
Rest In Peace Mr Unnamed Digital Thing
06-03-2010 - 18-03-2010
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