This was definitely true at my grandparents' house. My grandma cooked for an army and she always made some type of cake with 1 inch of frosting or more. The desert could send you into a diabetic coma. Love, love, love my grandma.
I said "good night boy see you tomorrow!" Rambo died that next day before I got there, and Bart died 30 minutes later. Never again will I leave without saying how I feel. I regret not being there to say, " I love you always, goodbye.