He Means What He Says

Earlier this morning we watched a show about a little boy who's fish died. The beautifully done program explained death as part of the life cycle. It covered a range of emotions and how to remember loved ones that have passed. All of this was geared toward little kids. As I watched Sam taking it in I shed a few tears for Kilo.

Later that morning we were taking a ride with our dogs, Murdoch and Jack. Sam said, "Mommy, Murdoch is sick". I explained, "No honey, he isn't sick. Murdoch has been a part of Mommy's life for a very long time and his body is getting old. Sometimes he is tired". As I was being all philosophical I realized the van smelled like dog food. I thought it was odd so I turned around to see Murdoch eating a pile of vomit. Disgusting, I know. Lesson learned, the boy means what he says.