Playful died yesterday. Move on, some will urge, "He's just a hamster."
I never intended to love that little rodent. But it wasn't ultimately my choice. He was irresistible for some reason. The bond he and my daughter made together was what made me love him too. She took good care of him. She cleaned his cage and fed and stroked him. She connected with that little guy and I will miss him so.
Things take time.
Just yesterday I had a phone call returned from a land trust that may be able to help us donate an easement on land we own. To think, it has been more than six years worth of baby steps to arrive to that call. We'll see where it goes from here.