We had guinea pigs a few years ago, but for us, they were not a successful pet. Our sons never got interested in them, and they just became something on my "to do" list. After about 18 months, we found Tim's guinea pig, Ralph, dead in the cage.so broken hearted for her, what do ya say???
So we sat them down and earnestly said that we had some bad news. I say as gently as I can "Ralph has died".
Tim, 5, gives me a wide-eyed blank look, shrugs, and says "I don't care". Not exactly what I expected.
I maintain my calm, and say in a very quiet, even voice "Well, I thought you might care, because Ralph was your pet."
He senses that "I don't care" wasn't quite the socially acceptable answer - he's cluey, my Tim. So he throws me a bone...
"Well, Mum, now that I think about it, I care one per cent."
Crisis over.
I'm sorry that your kids are having such a tough time, craigb. I don't seek to trivialise what they're going through, but rather hope this brings a much-needed smile.