The night before the MN fishing opener, Abby accompanied her dad to the bait shop. They bought leeches and minnows for th next day's outing. Abby became enthralled by the leeches. Joe let her play with one, and Abby decided his name was Pinky. She carried him around all that night. Pinky even took a bath with Abby that night. When bedtime came, she burst into tears when we told her that Pinky could not sleep in her bed with her.
Pinky spent the night in plastic cup full of water int he fridge and the next morning at about 6am Abby came running into our bedroom and asked, "Can I go check on Pinky now??"
Here she is holding her friend.
She tried to take his picture with her Cinderalla "camera phone".
Pinky's life was short...but full of love. Pinky was dead...and flushed down the toilet...just a few hours after these photos were taken.
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