JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!
When our sweet Inga died early on Halloween, I didn’t want to tell JP and spoil his holiday, so Tuesday we picked him up and went by his house before trick or treating. We waited until he was over at our house yesterday to break the news.
Me: Remember how I told you last week that Inga was really sick and she was 14 and that was old for a dog? Well, she died the other day and now she’s in heaven with Tank.
JP: But Chief is 14 and he didn’t die. (Our other dog.)
Me: I know, but he isn’t sick like Inga was. Dogs live to different ages.
JP: Did you see her die or did she just disappear? (Their dog, Tank, died while they were on vacation so by the time they got home, Tank had disappeared!)
Me: No, honey, she didn’t disappear. She died during the night but when we got up in the morning it was just her body left and her spirit went to be in heaven with Tank.
JP: NANA, WHAT HAPPENED TO HER HEAD??
Me: What? (Then I realized what I had said.) Oh, no, honey, ALL of her was there and Papa and I wrapped her in a soft blanket and took her to the vet.
JP: Nana, I’m sad that Inga died.
Me: Me, too, baby. Me, too.
Then we shared a hug and thank goodness he was satisfied with my answers because I was running out of explanations he could understand. And smiling about it makes me feel better 🙂