Well, okay, but who is Dusty?
Our neighbors dog.
Remember I am not an animal person, so Dusty has been the closest thing to a pet that my children have had (besides those fish that live in Ben's room and refuse to die even though we never remember to feed them or clean their tank).
Dusty was a sweet dog. Ron and Sue had Dusty for 14 years and in the four years that we have lived behind them my kids had come to love him. He was patient and gentle and even shared his water bowl with Cooper once.
Over the past year Dusty's health has been rapidly declining and on Sunday he had a stroke. Ron and Sue took him into the Emergency Vet Hospital and determined that it would be best to have Dusty put to sleep. Sunday afternoon we were all outside when Sue pulled me aside to tell me about Dusty. She and Ron were understandably very upset about the loss of their sweet dog and she asked that I please tell my boys.
So I did. And they were sad, but seemed to process it well. We talked about how Dusty was very old and had gotten very sick before he died and that Mr. Ron and Ms. Sue took him to a dog doctor and that is where he died.
Great job, Trish. You covered your kids first pet death experience very well.
Why thank you very much.............
but not really.
Monday morning after getting Ben on the bus, Coop and I are making the five minute drive to the fabulous Miss Jeanie's house and the conversation went like this:
Coop: "Mom, will Dusty be back from the dog doctor today?"
Me: "No, buddy. Remember Dusty died. He is not coming back from the dog doctor."
Coop: "Oh. Mom, what will the dog doctor do with Dusty?"
Me: "the dog doctor will just get rid of him by burning his body."
I just told my four year old what really happens to dead pets..........
How stupid am I............did I forget that I was talking to a four year old?
I am supposed to tell him something nice bout how dogs go to heaven and all that sweet stuff.........
What were you thinking Trish? Now what are you going to do..........
Oh good, we're pulling into Jeanies, maybe YOUR FOUR YEAR OLD WILL FORGET ALL ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST TOLD HIM!
Knock, knock on Miss Jeanies door.
Miss Jeanie opens door.
Coop: "Miss Jeanie, Dusty died and my mom told me that the doctor is going to burn his body"
Miss Jeanie (with stunned and bewildered look on her face): "What?!?"
Me (stammering because I feel like the worst mother in the world): "Dusty was our neighbors dog and yes I just told my four year old what really happens to dead pets and now I am late to work can you take care of that for me i don't care what you tell him cuz anything is better than what I just told him thanks and goodbye."
It's practically the same as therapy. Right?