The Reaction
Prince had the lovely job of trying to explain what happened to Duke. I came home and was greeted by Duke at the top of the stairs screaming that he had to give me a hug. It was sweet and I was getting choked up again.
Duke: Mama, Hobbes died.
Me: Yes, honey, he was old and it was his time.
Duke: Healy is still ok.
Me: Yes, buddy, the other animals are ok.
Duke: Healy doesn’t need to see the vet.
Alrighty then, we have our priorities. Since this exchange I’ve been told that Healy doesn’t like the vet.
So, I’m ready for day two of 2009. I’ve slept for nearly 12 hours, which makes me very happy — though going to bed at 7pm (I’m not kidding) was a lot weird.