Tyson by Jayde / Jaydee

R.I.P TYSON knowing when I wake up you’re not there I find it hard. I keep thinking that your ganna be out da bak playing with us. Thank god I got one last cuddle from before you got killed. I hope that who ever killed you has bad luck forever. It broke my heart; I should of locked the gate just a little bit tighter and if I did you would be here today, but I can still feel you and hear you anyway though so I hope you’re watching over me and you will protect me. You are forever in my heart. I love you, babby boy.