This happened about 5 years ago when my son was 2. His mother and I weren't together anymore and I usually had him every other week. Well at this age my son was old enough to know how to do things he wanted and being that his mother moved him 6 hours away from me, it was a 6 hour round trip to pick him up. (3 to meet halfway, 3 to go back home. I got my son a tablet so he had something to do during this 6 hour trip he made frequently. He would play learning games or I'd download him things to watch so he wouldn't get bored or fussy. Some times the tablet would died and he would tell me and I would charge it for him. Now, I had a cat that I rescued that was in pretty bad shape. He had an ear infection, ear mites and a small fracture in his back. I took him to the vet and nursed him back to health and kept him because my son loved him and he named him Carlo. Carlo was the best cat I've ever had, he knew when it was bedtime and would sleep with either me or my kid. Fast-forward a year. Carlo got sick again and I took him to the vet. He developed crystals in his bladder and they blocked his urethra and get couldn't use the litter box. After 3 days at the vet, they called and said he could come home. I went to pick him up, he looked to be a little better but I was skeptical to take him home because I felt like he needed more treatment. I went against my better judgment and brought him home because my son was excited to see him. Later that night, Carlo passed away from his illness and I didn't find him till the next morning. I knew it was going to be hard to break the news to my son because I didn't think he'd take it too well. I woke him up, told him that Carlo had died in his sleep and had to be buried. I asked him if he would like to see Carlo one last time before I buried him. (This is where the first part about his tablet comes in) What my son said broke my heart. He said, "it's okay dad, I'll go get the tablet charger and Carlo will be all better soon!" I tried my best to explain to him that Carlo was never going to get better but he somehow came up with the idea that Carlo was sick and I took him to a farm where they could take care of him and he believes that to this day It was really hard not to cry because my grandma passed away when I was 4 and I didn't fully understand the concept of death and I knew he didn't either. I suppose this story really has no significance to anyone else but me, but I thought I'd share it because seeing my son grow up, I'm seeing more and more of his innocence disappear because of how easily kids can be exposed to things because of the internet, and how desensitized everything's becoming. If you have a story you'd like to share about anything, feel free to