As some of you may know, Rika had a favorite toy that she took with her everywhere. It was a tiny squirrel toy so we called it baby squirrel. She'd had it since she was 6 weeks old. Well, last night her and Daddy were playing tug of war with it like they usually do before bed and the tail ripped off. We tried to take it away and give her the new one we bought her a little while ago, because we knew hers wasn't gonna last much longer, but she just kept searching for her baby until we finally gave in and gave her just the body part just for the night so we could get some sleep. I actually started crying a little bit because it was so sad to watch her look around for it, whining. It was heartbreaking.
When we woke up this morning, she had ripped the back clean in half and the squeaker was missing. Looks like her love is going in the trash tonight.
Hopefully she'll fall in love with her new one. I couldn't stand any more nights like last night.
