Some relationships, once gone, leave the heart with an ache and permanent sense of loss. In our home, grief over a departed hamster is intense yet blessedly finite.
Meet Yo Yo. He is not named for the toy nor the casual greeting, but rather after the great cellist whom Caroline admires.
In case you're wondering, Tin Tin was properly enshrined after his much extended wake. We miss him and his little ways, but it is rather uncanny how much Yo Yo resembles him and seems to present many of the same habits.
So life goes on...
We left the pet store with only Yo Yo in hand, but Izzy made sure to text this picture to her dad and let him fret for the next several hours that a certain Mr. Collins would be eagerly awaiting his homecoming that night with more than the standard amount of drool.
