My father-in-law's dog, a yellow lab, died today. His name was Hoover. My children didn't take that news very well. There were lots of tears and lots of questions.
"Mommy, why did Hoover have to die. He was such a good dog!"
"Mommy, what did Hoover feel when he was put down? Did it hurt?"
"Mommy, did they bury Hoover?"
"Mommy, when is our doggy going to die?"
I really dislike having to answer those kind of questions, but I guess it's all part of life.
Here's to Hoover - a good dog. May he rest in peace!