Several months ago a colleague of mine gave Chloe a giant zucchini, she immediately named him Bob and declared him adopted into our family. That was back in January. Since then, Bob has slept with Chloe, learned lots of tricks, joined us at the dinner table (thank goodness we don't eat zucchini in this family), went to school, was the star of show-and-tell.
Chloe loved Bob and soon we all loved Bob, Bob became family, Bob showed us that even vegetables can become part of a family. Our joy continued, and I admit, even I the farmerette that I am was lulled into thinking that Bob would be with us forever.
Then, tonight it happened, Bob and Jonah were playing on the rug. Jonah somewhat aggressively dog-piled Bob, and then we heard it, 'oh no, Bob's hurt'. We rushed to Bobs side and realized immediately there was no saving Bob. Jonah did suggest we fix Bob with tape, because he could'nt handle seeing his sister so upset.
Chloe, and of course the rest of us, was devastated. We decided to bury Bob at sunset. Chloe chose a lovely spot under the Fuji apple tree and made him a headstone. We shared stories of Bob and said our farewell.
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