After 14 years, the family dachshund passed away last week. He had been struggling in the last month or so, but he enjoyed life greatly -- sunning himself, getting pet, filching the occasional treat. The girls really loved seeing him and are saddened, even if they don't understand completely, why they can't see him anymore. At least everyone got to see him on his last weekend, as somewhat fortuitously the whole family was in town for his last few days.
The girls ask about him at night, when they recite their prayers, when among the list of petitioners, are all the pets names. Good pets are companions that live on in our hearts. Pablo was one of those.
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