Happiness. It's relative.
Posted on November 19, 2018 by Jan Wilberg
We miss our boy.

Even though he bossed us around.

Made demands on us, ate our Holiday Ham.

Played the tough guy all the time.

Claimed all the space.

Tormented his partner.

And broke our hearts.

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I’m so sorry. There’s never enough time. Their lives are much too short.
It’s amazing how they stay with us isn’t it and those days when we remember them and miss them impossibly more than when we said the final goodbye.
aw, and all of that was what made him who he was. he knew you loved him just the way he was, as he did, you. i’m so sorry
So sorry for your loss.
Oh, so sorry. What a cute boy.