“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“You . . . You know how sometimes Sunny used to get those little thorns stuck in her paws?”

“Yeah.”

“And you know how she’d collapse on the couch, panting and drooling after she’d get to tired after playing fetch.”

“Yes, Mommy! I remember.”

“Well . . . Sunny’s . . . Sunny’s gone to a place where those things never happen. A place where she never has to worry about hurting her fury feet. A place where she can play for hours on end and never get tired and have to stop.”

“Mommy did she-“

“And she’s happy there my love. And s-s-she’s happy there. I promise.”

“Mommy . . .”

“Y-yes?”

“Did Sunny go to heaven?”

“. . . Well, yes, but-“

“You’re sure she’s happy?”

“Yes, my love. Of course she is.”

“Okay . . . . Did she say goodbye for me before she left?”

“Yes! Yes, of course she did! She told me to tell you she loves you and will never forget all the fun times you two had together.”

“Could you tell her I love her too?”

“Yes, baby. Of course.”