A tear in my eye

Our doggy died on Labor Day. We're not sure if he was bitten by a snake (we'd seen a few copperheads around recently), or if he ate something he shouldn't have (ie poison). Well, we explained to Lucas that Scraps was in Heaven. Of course, we got the string of "Why" questions when we told him this. His daddy buried Scraps & made a cross to mark his grave in the back yard. Occassionally, Lucas will peer out the back window & mention it, but not recently.

Well, the past 2 mornings, my poor son has whined while getting into the car because he wants to know where Scraps is. You see, Lucas dumped out the remaining portion of his McDonald's dinner on Monday evening, and it's still sitting in the yard, where if Scraps were still with us, he'd have gobbled it up as Lucas was dumping it.

It breaks my heart to see my little boy want his doggy back so badly. He was just getting to the age where they played together. Maybe for Christmas Santa will bring him a puppy....