I am crushed. He'd been sick for a while, but he had such fight in him. I'm slowly adjusting to not having him rush me when I come home from work or curl up next to me on the porch swing or try to eat breakfast off my plate.
Monday, August 1, 2016
R.I.P My Cave Dave
My sweet boy Dave (aka Cave, aka Cave Dave, aka The Boy, aka My Heart) passed away in the early hours of Sunday morning.
I am crushed. He'd been sick for a while, but he had such fight in him. I'm slowly adjusting to not having him rush me when I come home from work or curl up next to me on the porch swing or try to eat breakfast off my plate.
Goodbye, My Heart. There will never again be another you.
I am crushed. He'd been sick for a while, but he had such fight in him. I'm slowly adjusting to not having him rush me when I come home from work or curl up next to me on the porch swing or try to eat breakfast off my plate.
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