My son broke my heart and melted it at the same time today. His guinea pig had 4 more babies. 2 were born stillborn. He was happy and sad as could be expected for a 10yr old. I was busy all day. Never got done really. Was working on the AC for the house still at 1020pm. He came down into the basement with a sad puppy dog face and voice. "Dad. I still need to bury my guinea pigs. I have been waiting on you to get done working. Will you be done soon?" Done. Work ceased. We went out to the garden. He held the light and I dug the hole. I asked if he wanted me to say anything. He nodded and sobbed an "Uh huh." I said a few words and we buried them. Walked to the patio and held him. Talked a bit. Truly glad it was dark because the little bugger had my eyes watery when he said "I am glad they were born dead. That way I knew they didn't suffer any." I asked him if he knew what all this meant. He said "No." I said it means you are a special person with a great big heart. He truly is compassionate. He has had guinea pigs die before so this isn't a new thing. Just melts my heart the love he has and the compassion he shows. Some might not want their son to be this way. Some might think he is being a sissy and needs to toughen up and be a big boy. I don't think so. Just today he said he wants to put more time into hunting this year. With his sensitive side and big heart, this is a bit concerning. I have asked if he is sure he is ready to kill an animal. He says "If the meat goes in our freezer and I help feed our family, I will shoot one, but I wouldn't want to kill anything if it goes to waste." These moments of watching our children mature in front of us, yet still show their innocents and compassion are amazing little miracles. I am truly a blessed man.