A small tear

All good things comes to an end... 

Growing up I had a small white stuffed animal of a little lamb.  This little lamb was a souvenir that my father gave me when I was eight years old while we were on our summer annual family trip.  The small white lamb was not only cute in appearance, but the unique part was in the small bib around it's neck:  the bib held a small electronic music piece inside and plays the song "Old McDonald Had A Farm."  Every so often I would press it to hear it play before I went to sleep.  Through these years, I never named the small white lamb.  However, I did keep it very close to me all these years.

Today, after almost 16 months after my father's passing, I pressed the music to hear it...  Only to find out that the sound was now distorted and slow and off key.  This means the battery was dying.  Sadness took over me.. to top it all, the battery wouldn't be easy to replace.  This may be a task that will need to concur in good time - sooner rather than later.  In the mean time there isn't a lot that can be done with the dying music... of all the time, this is so not the time for it to die out.  Then again, the battery has lasted quite some time to my surprise, pleasantly.