The loss of a pet is tremendously sad. But even in the most heart-breaking moments, life with The Four-Year-Old forces you to make room for laughter.
Scene: The animal clinic, moments after Mulberry’s death. Mommyo is cradling Mulberry on her lap as The Four-Year-Old and her father enter the room.
Mommyo, wistfully: “Look, The Four-Year-Old, Mulberry’s totally at peace, totally calm…”
The Four-Year-Old, practically: “And totally dead.”
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About Shala Howell
Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write and research than the current one), my writerly self can be found sifting through the stacks in my church’s archives looking for a few good stories to tell, blogging about life with a very curious Six-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, or musing about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.wordpress.com.
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