We've left our baby Sumba in the hands of local neighbours for the wet season, and do not like to entertain the idea that he may end up as Christmas lunch. We made it very clear he was not to be eaten and their reply was "oh...but what if he just dies?"
I plaited him a collar which made him look like a real hippy kid, and left boxes of milk and his bottle with his babysitter. Like packing the first born off to boarding school.
An innocent little being, full of love and acceptance; thanks for the great times, sorry we had to leave you.