I got a piece of sad news last night. Ace (May's alter ego and treasured companion) darted into the street and was hit by an oil truck. The driver stopped and helped Allan (my father-in-law) bury her beside the house.
As I was telling Deborah the news last night, Fiona, showing understanding beyond her years, looked up with great sadness.
"May loved her dog!"
I couldn't say it better. If it was obvious to a three-year-old who was visiting for a week, it would be obvious to anybody.