It’s been two weeks since you passed. I cry less and less now, but I still think of you often. Four years with you was not enough. You were my bear when I needed a hug, my pillow when I needed comfort. I wish I hadn’t seen you in pain. I wish even more that you hadn’t been in pain. I wish I knew what ailed you, I wish I knew better.
If there is an afterlife, a rainbow bridge for you to run across, I hope you’re running happily and free. Some days I think Milo still looks for you. Most of the time, I think he knows when I’m crying about you, he even lets me hold him the way I used to hold you, though only for ten seconds.
We miss you tenderly. And though Benny (short for Benson, as in Benson’s candy) has joined us, you will never be replaced, my ever-sweet baby.
XOXO
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