Yesterday:This morning I awoke to my mom who was not her chipper self, and my dad wasn't singing the morning, "tropical arobical" ballad we have heard every morning since birth. The orange wheelbarrow, which is rarely used, was at the back of the garden filled with something......I called my sister's dog Winston {who I had only half shaved the day before} to finish the job because today was to be a hot one....and then I looked at my dad again, his eyes were red, my mom was in the bathroom crying...Winston had been hit by car earlier this morning. For those who have never really loved an animal this will seem ridiculous and pathetic, but for those of us who have, today was a very sad day. My dad lost his mowing buddy, my mom lost her gardening buddy, and my darling sister Hannah who is moving to Germany next week lost her friend of 9 years. Death in any form is always hard.