Family life treated Vi well.

She never thought she’d be a fan of domesticity…until she was. Now she was a stay-at-home mom for her and Caitlyn’s daughter and a wife. And she couldn’t have asked for a better life.

But that’s didn’t mean family like was all sunshine and rainbows. Her daughter was autistic just like her wife, and when there were changes, emotions were triggered. And once you have a triggered five year old, a hell of a meltdown would occur. This was similar to having an autistic wife, but if anyone heard Vi say that…no you didn’t.

That week, their ten-year-old Doberman had become very sick. And this was her daughters best friend. So naturally, no one at home was happy.

After a long talk with Caitlyn, they decided to take their dog to the vet to be put down. At the moment, Caitlyn had him all leashed up and ready to go on his last car ride, while Vi stayed home with their daughter. But of course, you asked questions. Why couldn’t you go with mumma? Where was she taking him? Why was he so sick? And so as Caitlyn disappeared out the door and down the driveway, Vi sat you down and…began to explain.

“Babygirl…Pup’s not coming back from the doctors” Oh hell, your face…she could’ve died.