The Mourning of the Shrew

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..This is a true story based on events which occurred
at our home last evening.

I wish I could say that no animals were injured
in the making of this story.

But alas.........

{you may need to grab a tissue}

The girls and I were upstairs getting ready for church last night when Hubby/Daddy began calling our names....

Girls~~come here~~~I've got something to show you.

They pulled their shoes on in a flurry and ran down to see what the excitement was about

Momma~~it's a shrew~~Come and see!

So I pulled on my boots in a flurry and ran down to find a teeny tiny shrew running laps in an old cement bucket.

Hubby had found the little critter in the basement and snatched him up for our entertainment...plus who wants a rodent running around in the basement.




Now some of you may be thinking {ick!}

but I'm here to tell you that he really was adorable....a little grey puffball with the tiniest squeek to his voice.

You know what comes next~~~~

Can we keep him Mom~~~please?!


Ok....for a few days....

now get him a little piece of cloth..... and a little dish for water.

I will put in a little bit of dogfood and see if he will eat that.

We quickly got a home made in the old bucket and zoomed off for church.



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{intermission}
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I completely forgot about the little fella until we were almost home and the girls began talking about what his name was and how they told their little friends at church all about the new pet.

I put in my two cents
~Pom Pom should be his name~

no Mom.
it's Truman


Spunky runs into the classroom to see him and I suddenly hear sobbing.

Loud sobbing.



She comes out and hides her tear-drenched face in my leg.

Oh, Baby.....did Truman die?

Uh~huh.

{lots more sobbing.....now joined in by Twinkletoes}

I wanted him to live! cries Spunky.

I did too Sweetie.
He was a good little shrew.

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now, I'm trying not to smile....
after all,

we only knew the little guy for about 5 minutes.
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but it was sad
he was a good little shrew.

So now....
this morning


they are preparing for his little shrew funeral.

A craft stick headstone has been made.
The trowel is ready.

Goodbye dear Truman.

You will be missed.

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Here is what the autopsy report stated:

Little shrew injested bits of cement after licking his paws
and his intestines were solid as a brick wall.

We are so sorry Truman.

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~On another note~

Debbie and I have been busy filling up our etsy shop for Christmas
and getting ready for a Holiday Craft Sale in Higginsville this Saturday.

If you would like come to that and need more info~ let us know.

We are offering free shipping for orders over $50.

Blessings to you today~

I'm off to bury a critter.