I was moved by the depth of his grief. He didn't actually realize that Fluffy was dead until his brother asked if she needed her medicine, but when I broke the news, he was stricken. He had to check all corners of the cage to make sure that his guinea pig was really gone, and then his poor little body crumpled on the couch. The kid was devastated. He sobbed for nearly half an hour, lamenting the loss of his beloved pet. I cried along with him, hating to see my son in pain, hoping he would be able to get over it someday.
Tonight, he broke a plastic cup. It was the biggest plastic cup we own. And it was red. His little body crumpled on the couch. He wiped his tears (and his snotty nose) on my shirt in between cries of, "I really miss that cup," and "now we can never get another one." He sobbed for nearly half an hour, lamenting the loss of his beloved big red plastic cup.
I was impressed by the depth of his grief.