The other day, I found Gavin with his elbows on the table and forehead resting in his hands, hovering over his cereal. I asked him what was wrong. He lifted his sweet little head, just enough to say through his crocodile tears, "I miss Duncan." I tried to comfort him, saying, "I know you do, Buddy. I miss him, too. We all do. He was such a great dog." He kept crying, and I said, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?" and he replied, "No, not unless you can bring him back from heaven, and I know there's no way you can do that!"
I just couldn't say anything- and did my best to fight back my own tears. After 3 months, I still miss him so much. He was the best! (No offense to Lola- she's winning us over, too.)
