I got back about one hour ago from visiting my daughter. She saw me coming toward the Elementary School, took a running start, sprang into my arms with a force that almost knocked me over, hugged me, gave me a big old kiss and said
"Papa, Du hast mir sehr gefehlt, Papa!" (Papa, I really missed you, Papa!"). Now, it's only been two days since I saw her, but the whole thing with the passing of our family dog really got to her and she was trying to tell me that she wanted to talk about it.
Since the weather was really nasty (Lord, it has turned really cold, really fast....brrr), we headed for the ice-cream cafe, but she didn't want ice-cream today. Instead, we ended up at a bakery with a sit-down area: she had a "Berliner" (jelly-filled) donut, I had one of the famous North-Rhein-Westfalian pretzels that are worth shipping overseas (

) and some Cappucino. She was bound and determined to sit in my lap, munch her donut and be hugged by Papa. Glorious, just glorious it is to be a Papa.
After about 5 minutes, she then asked what happened on Monday with the pooch and I simply told her the timeline of how it all happened. She then asked if Klia is in doggy Heaven and I said that Klia is in a better place and waiting on us. The surprise for her was that I made a card for her with a picture of her and the pooch from just one month ago, on a Sunday where we were playing catch (she is learning baseball from Ami*-Papa!!!) and the dog was with us. In the card I wrote to my dear sweet daughter: "Klia now lives in our hearts, let's treat her well there".
It was a cathartic moment but good that it happened now. She
needed closure of sorts and she needed to know that Papa is "ok".
She then did something totally unexpected. She turned around and asked me, in English (wow): "Papa, is it lonely at home now?" and I told her that yes, the place feels very empty, that is is up to us to fill "home" with our love and good deeds for others. She then drew a picture of Klia on the back of the card, thanked me for the card (which is not necessarily what 7-year olds do....) and then I took her back to her mother. On the way, I just kind of asked in a nonchalant way what she would think were we to stop by a dog kennel in the next months.... and she jumped for joy. Wait and see.
Now, that's a lot of personal information I am sharing, because I trust the CS crew here and it really does kind of reinvigorate my faith in humanity when I see my child (or any child, for that matter) respond the way mine did today.
She is learning to deal with loss in her own way. All I can do is to be at her side and love her, as I always have, and always will. Thanks for reading.
-Stat
*"Ami" is the German slang for "Amerikaner" (American).