Goodbye Seven

Today is a sad day. The dog that we acquired a few months ago, (Seven) got hit by a car in front of my husbands eyes. I heard it from inside the house and only hoped it wasn't what I thought. I didn't really want him in the first place, because he was causing trouble and I knew we probably didn't need to take this on. He grew on me though. I can say I am truly saddened by this. The dog got dug out under the fence. We started to say that he ran away and we couldn't find him, but my husband decided it would be best for them to know so they wouldn't always wonder. I guess at some point they need to know what death is about. I was always told kids usually learn about this when they have a pet. My daughter who is 4 understood what happened and was very upset for a short time. She seems fine now. My son who is 3 didn't really get it. Thank goodness for their youth. It doesn't really let them feel that kind of pain. All they know is that Seven is in heaven playing with Prince (our other deceased dog) and God is taking care of them. I keep trying to tell myself that to ease the sadness.