Every night my son says the same prayer: “Thank you God for mommy, daddy, Libby, my books, my toys, and my bed.” The other night, Libby was lying underneath his loft bed and William asked:
“Will we get another dog like Libby, mommy? I mean, after she dies.”
William is very aware that Libby will soon be twelve years old and for a Weimaraner, it is quite remarkable.
I smiled and said, “No honey. There isn’t another dog in the world like her.”
“Can we try?” he asked, his eyes watering.
I just smiled and rubbed his hair away from his face. I couldn’t answer him. The reality is, no, we can’t try—it just isn’t possible.
