The Dreaded Question . . .

Last night while Alli and I were sitting at the table enjoying dinner (G was still at work), Alli started looking around then turned to me and asked "Mommy, where Salem?" My heart dropped and it was all I could do not to cry (I still feel so guilty). The truth is we don't know where Salem is so I told her what we thought "Salem went to play with Jesus." She seemed to accept that answer but doesn't grasp what it means so a few minutes later I hear "When Salem come home?" Again, all I can do to keep a smile and explain that Salem probably is not coming home anymore ~ what a horrible thing to have to say. That seemed to satisfy her, for now at least. After she went to bed, G and I sat and talked about Salem. We both wish he would come back if only for 5 minutes so we could give him one last snuggle and tell him how much we love him! I know it's hard for anyone losing a pet but the lack of closure really hurts.