Sherlock

Our dog, Sherlock, died yesterday. I found him on my way down the driveway after dropping Kennedy off at Mom's. I knew the moment I saw him lying there that he was dead because he never sleeps there....he would have run to greet me when I pulled in her driveway. He had no marks on him at all, so I really hope he died of natural causes in his sleep. It is possible that he was hit by a car and then came to lay down and died of internal injuries, but there really were no marks. One of the reasons I hope it was natural is that I feel guilty for letting him outside the night before. He was behind the couch and I heard his tail wagging when I was giving Dudley (other dog) some pizza crust. I remembered the flea/tick issue we are having, so I gave Sherlock some crust and let him outside.... I guess I'll never know if his being inside would have saved him.

Benjamin took it pretty hard when I told him. He asked me why I told him and that he wished I hadn't because he would feel bad if he didn't know. I put on a movie and told him it might take his mind off of it a little bit. He started crying a couple of times during 'Cars' and said he couldn't forget about it. He also said that it was the worst day of his life. Poor baby hasn't lost anyone/anything he has loved before (since he's been conscious enough about life/death to know its permanence.).

This reminds me that something I want to remember.... A couple of months ago Benjamin saw an episode of Oprah about a baby that had died (Elliot) and in the middle of it he burst out into tears for the baby. He then cried a few more times before bed that night about 'the baby that died'. He is pretty sensitive. Just a week before that he was watching "Benjamin Button" with us and started crying because he was sad the baby might not live. My sweet boy!