In my daughter's 11 years, she has (unfortunately) learned to cope with death.
We've lost beloved family members, friends, neighbors, and pets.
And it breaks my heart.
For the loss of life, of course, and also because she loses a little more of her innocence as she realizes that nothing is guaranteed and that life is not always fair.
I was discussing this with a friend, who relayed a story about her pet cat, Alice, who died when her son was young. She learned about the pet's passing when her son came upstairs from the basement with the cat in his arms and said, "Mommy, I think there's something wrong with Alice."
And in fact, there was -- the cat was in full rigor mortis.
Perhaps they stay innocent a little longer than we realize,