If I wanted to make myself cry when I was a kid, I would look at these photos.
They are of my folks and their first baby, Bruno.
Bruno died when I was 3, I have fond memories of hiding underneath the deck and sharing milk bones with him
"One for me, one for you."
The day he didn't eat his milk bone I knew he was sick so I told my worries to mom.
We all cried on the green furniture of the livingroom when dad came home from the vet, and though Bruno's death was devastating there we were, a family, united in the loss and love.