I am Stella, Queen of the Olde English Bulldogges. What is all that fancy paper stuff in your hand, Lady Human? What are you doing?
Me: Oh, I’m writing a note to a friend of our family. A condolence note.
Stella: Condo lens? Is that something we can eat?
Me: Not everything is something you can eat. No, a condolence note tells someone that you are sorry that they have suffered a loss. This girl just turned 17 years old last week and the other night, she left her little dog out in their front yard. And the dog…
Tiger: No. The dog got out of its safe place.
Me: Yes. And another dog, much bigger they think, started a fight.
Tiger: And the smaller dog lost. And died.
Me: Yes. They didn’t find their dog until morning and it was too late. I know you understand such things, Tiger, because…
Tiger: I got out. And my kennel mate got out. And she was a better fighter than I was.
Stella: But why are you scratching on paper to the girl human? What difference does that make now?
Me: Someone needs to tell her that another person shares her sorrow. Someone needs to tell her that she is sorrowful for a reason, that her sorrow does matter to God and to others because…
Stella: Her dog made a difference to her.
Me: Yes. Her Chihuahua was not, as some people say, ‘just a dog’.
Stella: Scratching on paper helps humans grieve?
Me: Sometimes. I am sending her a picture that I have of her dog, too.
Stella: Then she can remember.
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So sad. I hate this post. That poor girl😞😞😞
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One of the reasons I knew I had to send her condolences is because some people in her family are blaming her and others were saying basically so what, big deal, it was a dog, who cares. She needed to hear something else.
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That’s even sadder. Glad you sent a note. How sad. Heartbreaking
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