On Getting Old

6/15/11

Sadly, my parents' oldest dog passed away last week.  (RIP Sydney!)  John was informed that Sydney died, and has inquired about her death on several occasions since.  Today, the following conversation took place between John and my mom on their weekly library visit.


John:  Mimi, why did Sydney die?
Mimi:  Because she got old, honey.
(John clearly has been struggling with this concept of getting old and then dying.)
John:  Why?
Mimi:  Well, you know how you have a birthday?  Well, Sydney had lots and lots and lots and lots of birthdays and that makes you get very old.
*A long pause while John considers this...*
John:  Did she wear a party hat?