Most other parents of a 3 1/2 year old are tortured by the 20 billion questions phase. "Cat in the hat" doesn't do that, which is apparently a result of her language disorder, which is part of the autism. "Cat in the hat" doesn't ask questions at all, just makes statements, observations, and narrates her experience in her immediate environment--that is, when she's not stuck like a broken record, repeating one word or phrase for days on end, ad nauseum. So it figures that when she finally asks a very clear and coherent question, it's not something simple like, "Why is the sky blue?" or "Where do babies come from?" No. It's, "Mommy, where'd 'Aw-go' go?" Over and over and over...
I try to explain about doggy heaven, and how 'Aw-go' got sick and had to go live with God, in doggy heaven, so she could feel better, because God made doggies, so God will take care of 'Aw-go' now. And no wonder that despite all of my feeble and confusing explanations, she doesn't understand, and wants me to "go find 'Aw-go.'" I don't blame her, because I don't really understand where 'Aw-go' went either. But I do believe that "the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want," and that "the things of earth will grow strangely dim," so we won't want for anything in the new kingdom, even if our earthly pets aren't there...yet, I also believe that God would enjoy seeing us reunited with our faithful pets, in the same way that I'd love to watch "Cat in the hat" reunited with 'Aw-go,' if it was under my power to do so.
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