Cameron amazed me today. When he got home from school, we sat down on the couch with him to tell him about Yogi. We discussed many different ways to tell him. Do we tell him about the act of putting him to sleep? Do you tell him we made the decision? Do we just try to be as factual as possible? It's tough with a kid his age. I didn't want to lie or deceive him, but how much does he really need to know? I decided to follow my older brother's advice, and tell him, "You know how Yogi has been very sick and he's very old? Well, we had to take him to the vet today. While we were there, Yogi died." Cameron's response was to cling to Derran and cry while it all sank in. After a few minutes and no words, he went to Poe. He laid his head on Poe, stroked him, and said over and over again, "Poe, Poe, Poe. I know you're sad, Poe." His compassion and concern for how he imagined Poe must have been feeling at the loss of his good friend Yogi amazed me. Amazed me.