Mr. Peepers died...

Sucks. Mr. Peepers was dead when I came in this morning. He was floating on the top of the water. I buried him outside the office in a little mossy spot overlooking the pond. My co-workers humored me by attending the funeral. Poor Mr. Peepers. He was so happy to be eating when I left yesterday and was active. My fear is that he ate too much too fast...so I hope I didn't contribute to his demise, but he also could have been sick from the get-go. It's hard to know, but I sure did love his little webby toes while he was here. I just hate it. I get so attached.