I can go one better. When two of my grandchildren were little boys, I made each of them a 'special' keepsake quilt. Upon a subsequent visit to their home, my daughter-in-law (of Asian descent) was using one of the quilts in the bottom of a box where she was keeping newborn puppies. It was covered with urine and fesces. This broke my heart; but, as a good mother-in-law, I never said a word. However, my dreams of making my son and his wife a king size quilt went down the drain. May God soften my heart.