In the last several weeks, our family has put to rest 4 pet fish (that I can recall), and 3 hermit crabs.
When the last hermit crab passed, Megan almost seemed upset.
Megan very somber like: Mom, my hermit crab died.
Me: Are you sure?
Megan: Look at it! It's out of it's shell and just laying on it's back and not moving at all.
Me: Let me see.
I picked it up.
Me: You're right. It's dead.
As I prepared myself to comfort her in her time of loss, I was accosted by her enthusiastic response ...
Megan: YES!! Now I can get a hamster!!!
Yeah. No need to send your condolences. It appears she's turned a corner in the grieving process.