C has a big heart.

Yesterday C overheard a conversation I was having with my Mom about one of her dogs that died a few months ago. Eddie was youngish, and had sudden onset of untreatable physical problems that led to him being put down. He was a very sweet dog and favorite of all of ours.

My Mom was feeling very sad in that moment, wishing she had indulged that very lovingly spoiled dog with more chicken when he was alive. C interrupted my failing attempts at comfort, by asking to talk to Grandma.

After being handed the phone, his sweet little twelve year old self very firmly told his Grandma that Eddie was a very good dog and she had given him an amazing life. He conveyed his love for her and Grandpa, then handed me back the phone.