Somewhere in Connecticut, my daughter is getting onto a bus, with a broken camera, a futzy MP3 player, and her new competition-commemorating TShirt, unaware that her pet is dead.
I hope I can break it to her well. I don't think she'll be heartbroken -- she may even ask about a dog almost immediately -- but I do think she'll be unhappy, and upset.
Would that crises could be postponed until we were ready for them, huh?
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