I lost one of our cats on Friday He was the sweetest kitty in the world, and I'm pretty down about the loss, but I know it was what best for my sweet Boober.
DH and I buried him in the back yard, and got a cement kitty to mark his grave. I told Izzy that Boober was sleeping in the dirt, and that the marker was his kitty. She pushed our other cat away from the cement cat and said, "Red, not for you. Boober's kitty." And she's come up to me a few times and asked if Boober was napping. I guess she's not really acting upset by it, but I don't think she understands it all either. Breaks my heart, though, and I hope she doesn't start looking and asking for him.
Has anyone else had to explain the loss of a pet to their kiddos? What helped them?