Little Johnny’s dog Lassie was sick and the boy was afraid that his dad would come back from the bet with bad news.
As his dad stepped through the door with Lassie in his carrier, Johnny rushed to find out what the vet had said.
“I’m afraid it’s not good news, son,” said his father. “The vet thinks Lassie’s only got another three weeks or so to live.”
Hearing this, Johnny burst into tears.
“But Lassie wouldn’t want you to be sad,” said the father, putting a comforting arm around Johnny’s shoulder. “He’d want you to remember all the good times you had together.”
Johnny rubbed his eyes. “Can we give Lassie a funeral?”
“Sure we can,” said his father.
“Can I invite all my friends?”
“Of course you can.”
“And can we have cake and ice-cream?”
“Sure, you can have whatever you want.”
“Dad,” said Johnny, “can we kill Lassie today?”