November was a time of great fun and great sadness for the Newhouse family. In September, our dog Duke started sneezing blood. After several trips to the vet, we deduced that Duke had nasal cancer (very common in his breed of dog). For a couple of months, Duke seemed to be back to his old self, but as the cancer made it's way up his nose into his brain, our old man went deaf and blind. It was horrible to watch. As soon as Bob got home from a business trip, we made the awful decision to put him down. In my ultimate wisdom as a mother, I talked to the boys about how Duke was going to the doctor who would help him to go see Jesus in Heaven. I told them that one day, we would go to Heaven too, and then we would get to see Duke again. This seemingly innocent explanation sparked off months of questions and concerns about doctors, dying, and going to Heaven. Even now, Ryan will randomly say to me "I don't want to die, Mom." Great parenting, grrrr.
President's Day 2017
10 months ago