My sweet little Freddy (Pretty), I still miss you after all these years. You used to eat out of my cereal bowl. Would slide into the chip bag. You still continued on, even after the parrot took your toes off…you were a trooper. Such a happy boy. How lost I was when you died. But I know you are waiting for me, flying free in the skies, in heaven above. No longer sick. I have never forgotten you, and want you to know that.
Please hear my words.