An update I'd rather not make.

Uncle Gick called a little while ago. On the way to the University, Mitzi started seizing. When they got the first blood panel back, Busha said she knew Mitzi wasn't going to make it. They had to have her put to sleep.

Busha & Bucka are on their way home with Mitzi. They'll bury her tomorrow. Busha said the hospital made casts of her foot prints, clipped her hair for a keepsake, & sent her home in a little cardboard coffin. They had a grief counselor come in to talk with Busha & Bucka.

I told the kids what happend. B.B. wanted to, "go see Mitzi being dead." BabyGirl asked if she was in heaven. I told her I wasn't sure what happens to dogs when they die. "I hope she's not in the lake of fire!" I assured her Mitzi was not in Hell. (Heaven & Hell have been popular topics in our house over the past few months.)