A poem for all who've lost a crab.

[Steven Van Splinter Jr.]

When a hermit crab dies it is really sad, it could make you mad. But your crab is in peace, pain at the least, and s/he's in a better place. But still they miss you, and they will forever. Also, s/he misses all the friendly crabs in your tank, but don't worry, his/her sadness level sank, and s/he's running freely in hermie heaven with all of her friends, smiling down, at you, trying let your heart mend.Sorry if this isn't really good, it's my first attempt at a poem. Mostly, R.I.P. to all the passed hermies everywhere. Hope this poem cheers you up if you've recently lost a crab.