My six year old lost his first pet today. A fish he originally named “Repto-Slicer” but later renamed as “Chip.” Personally, I thought Repto-Slicer was a better name, but Chip seemed to stick in his later days. Chip died while his owner was at school today, and I buried him in the back yard. When he got home, Chip’s owner and his little sister made a headstone and complete shrine around Chip’s grave, complete with a popsicle stick cross and some toys and leaves and a fake pumpkin because it’s almost Halloween. The genuine sincerity and sadness of it all was very poignant.