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I recall the last drop-off vividly; knowing it’d be a long time before I’d see you again. You’d always eagerly await being dropped off for daycare, both you and Kira eager to play. I don’t know why I decided to carry you in that day, but as I got to the main door, you were already squirming to get out of my arms. I held you tighter for a bit and told you to wait a minute, remember? You turned your head around quickly and let me get one last nuzzle on your neck, kiss on that heart on your head, and “I am in yours, and you are in mine,” before the staff took you out of my arms. I remember you looking back at me with your happy face as I said, “Be good! Have fun! We’ll be back soon!” And then you were off to play.
That’s the last memory I have of being with you. And it’s been playing on repeat in my head every day. Seeing your face looking back at me with those big brown eyes. You smiling at me before turning forward. Your tail wagging and your left leg hanging down on the staff person’s left arm. I don’t know why I’m so hyper-focused on that moment. Maybe I’m looking for some sign that you were telling me this was the last time I’d see or touch you.