You were ill, I know. But I had hope for mistery…. I woke up at 5 this morning and stroke you. You were quite and breathing, but my heart told me that we have last hours together or even less. I give you a cuddle and kisses, we laid together in bed, I told how much I love you and never-never forget. I tried you to make as comfortable as I could and within hour you left me. I hope you are in the heaven and running already, you found our Gosha. I can not stop crying, and know that tomorrow it will be even worse, when I find your empty bowl. But do not worry, I will be OK.
Love you forever,
| Mussya |
| 11, July 2012 |
| Ira |