My wife ran over my 7 year old sons weennie dog today.For some reason Oscar did not move out of the way.When Lee got home,we sat him down and told him,and the crying began.I dug a hole in the backyard and we had a little service for Oscar.I said a few words and all was well as it could be.When I went to put the dirt on him,Lee put his hand on mine and said,Dad this is my job,crying the whole time.I've never thought much of a dog in my adult life until I saw my son cover that dog up.I cried like a little girl.The pain of your children bring up feelings you didn't know were there.I am very proud of him.Alan