My foster granddaughter's dog had to be put to sleep. I know she's going to miss him. We were talking about him on Thursday and I was trying to explain about dog years and human years. The dog was her Dad's, who has been dead six years. So there is another link gone, but luckily, she has a great new stepdad and they have a baby on the way. So there is much to be joyful about. And she unlike most young kids has already had a tremendous loss in her life. I'm glad I have the dogs here for her to bungle with. And I'm grateful we have the kind of relationship where we talk about the big issues, even though she is six and I am sixty six.
I'll call her later, and we'll talk. That's what friends do.
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