I am heartsick. My sweet 13 month old baby, Trace, passed away sometime in the night. He'd gone under the covers....he slept there sometimes, perhaps he suffocated. We really don't know.
He was fine at 1am, we discovered him around 7 this morning. This hurts so much. We used to refer to Saturdays as Pup Pup Saturday....cause he knew we didn't have to go to work today. All wiggly happy, we get to play outside today, it's Saturday. Saturdays are not going to be my favorite day of the week any more. I so much want him back. Yes, I know he's at the Rainbow Bridge, but what I want is him back here.
There are lots of tears at my house today....not just my family. My friends across the street are devastated too. My older brother came over and helped bury him......
I loved him so much...
