My precious, precious boy. Seven years after I adopted you……almost to the day, you were called home to the Rainbow Bridge. How my heart aches. I miss you so much. That little soft tongue hanging out of the side of your mouth. Those big black eyes. Your gentle, loving self. Your sister, Reo, keeps looking for you. We don’t understand that you were fine on Mother’s Day morning and five hours later, you were not. Cancer had invaded your precious body and could not be stopped – we let you go across the bridge where you could run and play – because we loved you too much to let you suffer. Fly high, my precious boy. I’ll see you one day.
Category: Memorials
