The other day I was talking to a seven-year-old, which I do a lot these days. She was telling me about her dogs that died. �Abby died a long time ago. Willy just died a few weeks ago.�

I asked her if she cried, and she said, �I didn�t cry when Abby died. When Willy died, I didn�t cry, but I had tears." That's what she said�"I had tears."

"But I think about them every day," she continued. "When I think about Abby I look at the sky, and when I think of Willy I look at the ground.�

�Why don�t you look at the sky for Willy?� I asked.

�Because,� she explained, �he�s not in Heaven yet. It�s too soon.�

It's just too soon.

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