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Sis's self-portrait
Gommie by Bud
It's been kinda quiet around the Hungry household, proverbially, at least. Sis still has a low-grade fever so we stayed home and inside, not doing much beyond tv, computer games, books, and crafts.
Oh, and talking about the death of my folks' dog, Teddy.
We had told them this morning that he had been "special sick," not to be confused with Sis being sick with a cold, as a warm-up for telling them that he died yesterday. Which we told them this afternoon. It's the third death we've discussed with them, after our cat Morgan and our friend Miss M in Chicago. And, just like those two times, they had lots of questions: How did he die? Where do you go when you die? Didn't they take care of him? Will they get another dog? Is Gommie sad? Are our cats going to die? When am I going to die? We answered and reassured as best we can (such as, yes on that day they were taking the best care of him ever, which is true in the hardest way--Teddy was euthanized).
And then they jumped into action. Sis wanted to make Gommie something to make her feel better, a picture of puggy, a picture of Sis and Bud, whatever. Bud did too. So we headed downstairs and got out the markers and paint and spent the better part of a half hour, which is long for them, making pictures (and I promise to send them along, Gommie).
Including one of Bud, all in blue, with teary lines coming out of his eyes.
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