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That’s why we sent Lola Rose and Auntie Thea to be with you, Kirby. Daddio & I couldn’t physically be there, but we wanted to make sure that someone who loves you was there for us. We also wanted to make sure we could see and speak to you one last time.
Kirby, I am so glad we were able to see and speak with you. I could see in your eyes how frightened and tired you were. I’m pretty sure you heard everything we said to you; we saw you lift your head slightly and turn to look at us. We talked about how much of a Good Bubba you are and how much we love you, remember?
I hope you know that we really, really wanted to be there with you. To be the one to hold your paw. To stroke your head. To kiss that heart on your head one last time. It should have been your Daddio and me.
Maybe you heard or saw it, but after your last breath, I broke out into sobs. All I kept saying was, “My baby! My baby boy is gone!” I felt my whole world crumble underneath me. My first “child.” Gone.