It still amazes me all the emotions when a pet dies. I am most surprised by our dog Kayla. Ever since our cat Roscoe of 13 years died last Monday the 9th she has been scared, sad and shy. He died in our bathroom and Kayla seems to want to be in our bedroom near the bathroom. We had to bring her food to her as she wouldn't even come down to eat. We even ended up taking her to my mother in laws on fathers day because she ran out to the car and wouldn't get out. She wanted to be with us and basically refused to be left home alone.
Lauren talks everyday about missing him which is what we expected. Although she has started to work on her dad about another pet already.
Hailey on the other hand cracks us up daily and although we are sad about Roscoe, hearing her retell the story makes us laugh. Here is what she told me mom on the phone:
"Nana, guess what! When we were on our way back home the housesitter called and said, Roscoe puked really big, then went in the bathroom, laid down on the floor, stopped breathing....dead (yes just the one word dead not then he died). Then we got home and saw him, daddy tried to put him in a box but it didn't work so daddy put him in the freezer (it was 1am and the vet said put him in a bag in the fridge until morning) then daddy took him to the vet....gone (yes another one word liner)."
Ahh the words of 4 year olds who think they are 10!