Short story that should give a little perspective to what we're seeing from ICA while they discuss her dead daughters hair.
I had a huge lab/shepard mix dog, Dakota. I loved him dearly (and still do). He wasn't quite 10 years old. We had to put him down 3 months ago on the 12th. I was crushed. He had cancer all throughout his body. I used my suv to transport him to the hospital when he first showed signs that night of having something wrong. My husband and I had to lift him in the car no small feat (he was 94 pounds)
4 weeks after we put Dakota down I had to get something in the back portion of my suv that we used to transport my sweet baby Dakota on his very last car ride to the ER. When I opened my car to see his sweet hair all over my car I lost my ****. Completely. And totally. I broke down in the middle of my drive way.
Folks, that was just my beloved pooch. How can ICA sit there and not loose her **** at the mere mention of her dead daughters hair????? I don't get it.