We had a new kitty-- for about 2 days. She was a cute little thing-- very playful and fun. Isaac loved playing with her. Just today, though, she crawled up under our truck and when Carrie drove away (not knowing she was under there, of course), she fell out and was run over by the back tire. Needless to say, Carrie's been having a tough day.
Isaac has been wonderful, showing his caring side and empathizing with Carrie. He said he wanted to make a "gravestone" for her. It has, in Isaac's handwriting, "God nos best" (God knows best), a picture of Carrie crying and carrying the kitten in her little box, and John 3:16 written out. His kindergarten class learned it two weeks ago at school and he came up to me and asked me for the paper with "that verse about Jesus dying for us" on it. As I was digging the grave, he was running around the yard finding the prettiest flowers to put around it. He then said, "Wait! One more thing!" He ran inside to the bathroom and grabbed the aerosol strawberry deoderizer, ran out to the grave and sprayed a good dose all over the fresh earth, saying, "There, that's good!" He's a precious kid. We are so blessed with such a sensitive and empathetic kid who's so much fun, too.