There is a large sad elephant in the house this morning as we go about life preparing to put Moses down. Outside it rains and it snows while the hole adjacent from Kilo's grave grows deeper.
The last few days have been full of small words about big topics.
"What made think we should get a dog together?" I asked BC.
"Because we were having a baby," he answered.
I honestly don't remember deciding our not quite a family needed a dog but I guess we did. And Moses was a good dog all the way to the end.
Rest In Peace, and like I told Kilo "Now you go run like hell!"