Rest in peace, dear Spotty

We buried Spotty in the garden, wrapped up in red tissue paper, next to DD's marigolds. She said she was sad, and I told her that even though his body is gone, he will always be with her in her memories. We talked about how he jumped and swam around, how he would glide to the bottom of the aquarium, and it made her feel better to know that he will always be with her in her memories. Now she's finally getting excited about the tadpoles, trying to think up some good names for them. I believe one will have to be Spotty. She said earlier, when Spotty first started seeming not-quite-right, that she wanted another frog and would name it Spotty, but she may change her mind between now and then.