The dog next door is dying.
This evening, just as the boys and I were sitting down for dinner, my neighbor came over in tears and asked if we could watch her baby while they rushed the dog to the vet.
The rest of the evening I remembered how natural it feels to hold new life as I answered all of my sons' questions about life and death: "Why do we put dogs down and not people? What do babies make strange sounds? Can the baby go for a ride on the back of a motorcycle? Why has there been so much death in our lives recently?"
While one son fought back tears and the huge sadness that flows out of his heart sometimes, the other delighted in sharing his baby blanket with our new neighbor.
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