A sad, sad day for plantlife

My dear, sweet little Plantie has died.

You may remember little Plantie from these posts:

Green-Ish Thumb

Plant Update

Planty Plant Plant

Greenery

My Little Plantie, an update

Clean House

Plant Progress...

A Patio Garden

Buggin'

So young, so hopeful.

I don't know if it was the bugs that killed Plantie,

or if it was the lack of sunlight in its corner in our new house.

Or perhaps the combination of the dry heat from the heater,

plus my lack of attention when it came to watering.

(I suck)

I can't help feeling that I let my Plantie down.

I know it's just a plant.

I do.

But I've had Plantie since the summer of 2008.

It was a teeny, tiny little plant from IKEA, only about $1.99.

At the time, I didn't even think it would live a few days.

Four years later, it's time to say goodbye to the little plant that could.

You lived a good little life, plantie. 

And I'm probably more sad than I should be 

that I'm going to have to put you in the Yard Waste bin.

I gave you many good little colorful pot-homes, 

and you survived each transplant with renewed zest and growth.

You lived with me in 3 different apartments.

You were a good little plantie, and I'm sorry I let you down.

Rest in Peace, little Plantie.

Rest in Peace, little leaves

I know this post is kind of silly in its earnestness (I mean, writing a eulogy for a plant? Who does that?), and again, I am probably irrationally upset that my brown thumb resulted in a brown plant.  I know it's silly. But you know, I had faith in this little guy, and I'm feeling a little bit of a loss, knowing it's over and it's probably all my fault. It was a good four years, Plantie. A good four years. You may have been just a plant, but I'll miss you.

Please don't leave comments if you're going to make fun of me. Please do leave comments if you have ever been irrationally upset at the death of a plant or other non-human, non-pet type of living creature (spider you accidentally killed? ants you wish you hadn't exterminated?). I'd like to know I'm not alone in these things, in feeling sad even as you feel embarrassed even as you feel sad again.  Sigh.

Ok, it's almost 2am. Time to go to bed and stop writing goodbye letters to plants. Tomorrow is a new day, with (hopefully) new beginnings...as I attempt a vegetable garden. This is probably an awful idea. See above.