Hey Silky T. It’s been one year now since you left. I hope you’re well and playing nice with the Ellis pack. I miss you so much baby, feeling your soft, silky fur beneath my fingers. Not hearing your soft snoring next to me in bed. You were a good girl and daddy misses you. I have a nice painting of you and pictures galore but they’ll never replace feeling the warmth of your body when I cuddled with you or getting those tender kisses. I love you Tasha. I hope to see you again at the bridge, where we will never be parted. Till then sweet pea, be a good girl.