Such is life and such is a small trial run for bigger crises and tragedies. I heard the familiar yawn of Bruce this morning at 6:10 saying, "I'm ready to go out and eat now." He scarfed down his food--the ultimate cause of the problem. Big dogs sometimes gulp down too much air because they eat too quickly. Six hours later he was dead.
Telling my children is the hardest part, a microcosm of deeper griefs. "We'll get through this." The great "No" that is impossibility. Keep active. Keep moving. Get your mind on other things. Tomorrow will be a little better and the next day a little better. It won't hurt any more than it hurts right now.