we sent our cancer-ravaged poppet to doggy heaven.
It's been three years too many; I am still waiting for the skin that was removed during bereavement to grow back.
My darling Brompton, although our memories of you are starting to fade like the colour in an old photograph, you'll always be a part of our family. In fact, the Animator and I often slip up and call Bristol 'Brommie'. I'd like to think a little of you lives on in the brother you'll never meet.
Tonight, we fly to China for a week but you will be in our thoughts. Sleep well with the angels, little one.
It's been three years too many; I am still waiting for the skin that was removed during bereavement to grow back.
My darling Brompton, although our memories of you are starting to fade like the colour in an old photograph, you'll always be a part of our family. In fact, the Animator and I often slip up and call Bristol 'Brommie'. I'd like to think a little of you lives on in the brother you'll never meet.
Tonight, we fly to China for a week but you will be in our thoughts. Sleep well with the angels, little one.
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