When Mom is Sad: Helping Children Understand Loss and Grief
A few years ago, we thought our dog was dying. I had just returned home from school pick-ups. As we were entering the basement from the garage, we noticed the door was obstructed... by our dog. Our beloved furry Finnegan was lying unresponsive on the cellar floor. I had to nonchalantly escort the children over the dog, acting like it was all no big deal. Once they were upstairs and distracted, I ran back down to assess. He was breathing and soon came to, disoriented and frantic. This is the face of someone who walked through a screen door and chewed