At supper last night, I told Ken and Reid that my Aunt Dorothy had died. Reid had asked who that was, and I explained that Aunt Dorothy was Grandma Joyce’s sister-in-law. Reid asked what had happened and I said that Aunt Dorothy had been very, very, sick. “Like Mars?” Reid asked and I agreed that it was like what had happened to Mars. She asked why Mars had died. Ken told her that sometimes things just happened and I said that since we loved Mars, we could keep him in our memories and in our hearts. Reid’s eyes filled with tears and she said, “I want to keep him in our *house*!” We all do, he was a good cat.