Sorry for the radio silence this morning, guys. Last night, our sweet cat Lucy passed away. She laid on the floor next to Bob's feet while we were eating dinner, let out a couple little growls, and went off to cat heaven. It was an unexpected and sad moment, but we were glad that we could be there with her as it happened. She was the cat that turned me into a cat person 14 years ago and allowed me to embrace the joy that animals can bring us.
I didn't really plan to share the news of another cat passing here my blog, since it wasn't too long ago that we said goodbye to our cat Bruce. But the difference this time is that Ruby was aware of Lucy. She knew that Lucy wasn't feeling well, and that I had taken her to the vet earlier that day. And Ruby was happy to see Lucy back at home and kept asking her, "Are you still sick, Lucy? Aw...you'll be okay." So when Lucy passed soon after we brought her home, we decided to tell Ruby about it and acknowledge that Lucy wouldn't be with us anymore. It all happened so fast that we didn't really know what to say except that "Lucy was really old and sick, and she's going to go play up in the clouds in cat heaven." Ruby hasn't heard the word "death" or "heaven" before so anything we said probably didn't make a whole lot of sense. She's been asking me all day, "I'm sad, mama. Where's Lucy? I want to see her..."
Because we've never had to introduce our toddler to this concept, I would love any tips from you guys on what you've told your children and how you explain the passing of a family member (pet or human). How real do you really get when they are so little?