I can still remember the day daddy brought you home. Mama was so sad, because her other baby had been stolen. She cried for your sister Coco for five months, and then one day, she decided to get a new baby to love. Daddy was so excited the day that she told him. He actually went down to a pet store that was famous for selling pets to movie stars. He overpaid for you, many people said. Daddy always told them that he couldn’t pay enough for you. The first time that I saw you, I fell in love. You were a lil’ ball of fur. You walked over slowly, and kissed my nose. I knew I was in trouble. I used to carry you around in a baby’s blanket, and people would ask to see my baby. They were shocked that you were a Yorki and not a typical baby. I would laugh, and say that I wouldn’t have any other baby in the world.
I held you the day that God took you home. I knew you were already gone, but I couldn’t put you down. I wanted to breath life into you breathless body. I kissed you, and held you close. I even tried to give you a bath to wake you up. Daddy was trying to be so strong, but when we put you in your coffin, he couldn’t hold it in.
He held onto you, and wouldn’t let you go. He held you closer the I ever saw him hold anything. He kissed you, and cried into you. His tears stained the box, and his heart shattered. He may have been firm, and at times, you may not have known his love. That was my fault. I was selfish, and wanted all of your love when you first came home. Bronx, know that daddy loves you still to this day, and his heart broke the moment
yours stopped beating.
Love Endlessly,
| Eric and Molly |