There was a horrible accident today, and I don't think I have stopped crying for the past five hours. Sweet Baby Fry, my beautiful, affectionate, spunky, clever girl, died in an accident. She leaves behind two grieving parents (she was our hairy baby!) and nine three week old zooming fuzzlets. We loved her so much, and her sudden death is a horrible shock. Worse, we worry for the babies, but we are doing our best. She knew how to come on command, how to circle, and how to jump into my hand when I asked her to. She would climb our legs to get into our laps, up to our shoulders for kisses. She loved saltine crackers and sunflower seeds. This comes on the heels of the death on Tuesday of Silas, my cheerful, affectionate cuddlebug. He was only about a year old, and died of mysterious causes. He was a beautiful Siamese dumbo, and tended to the chubby side because he could find the food bag no matter where I stashed it! His favorite place was in the hands of my students, bruxing and boggling and grooming their fingertips in return. Two holes in my heart. I love you, little munchkins.