On Death and Shopping

We lost our cocker spaniel Grace today. She was 13 and we called her our "fat, little old lady dog." Trying to figure out how to tell Morgan was weighing heavily on us, but we opted for honesty...with mixed results.

Me: Morgan, Baby Grace died last night.

Morgan: Oh she died? Can I give her a treat?

Me: No punkin, she can't eat any more. She died and she won't wake up again.

Morgan: Oh, where did she go?

Me: She went to heaven.

Morgan: Oh, she went to the mall?!?!?

Why yes, she did -- because that's where all good dogs go.-Baby Grace: The Best Fat, Little Old Lady Dog Ever-