Dear Isabella,
Today Sitty had to have her cat, Molly, put to sleep. You and I had a very mature discussion about it. You summed it all up with these words:
"Mommy have sad news. Molly very sick. She died. She in Heaven running around with other kitties. Heaven way up in the sky. I can't see Heaven. Sitty sad. I'm going to give her hug."
You understand so much now. It takes my breath away.
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