It's not easy explaining to a 2 year old that her best friend isn't coming back. How exactly do you tell her that she can't kiss her buddy goodnight anymore? Or that there won't be any more snuggles with him? We debated on how to go about it and finally decided that we would just tell her the truth. (Ironic that I mulled this exact thing over just a few weeks ago.)
Yesterday, Monkey asked for Hank and I sat her down and told her that he was playing in the road and was hit by a car. Her little lip started trembling and eyes filled with tears. I didn't know if that was because she actually understood what I was saying, or if she could just tell I was being serious about something. It's times like that when I wish I could crawl inside that head of hers. I continued and told her that Hank wasn't going to be coming back, he went to doggie Heaven with Dewey. BUT, Daddy was going to be bringing home two new puppies that she could play with.
Yep, that's right. We are suckers for puppies. JC went to the local animal shelter and found two black labs that were in need of a home, so we snatched them up. Obviously, we can't replace Hank, but maybe having some new puppy love in our house with help.
It's hard to believe that we didn't even have Hank for a year yet, but he certainly found a spot in our hearts. He went from a fluffy little fur ball to a large lean dog that loved to cuddle.
This fella will certainly be missed.