I remember 8 years ago picking you. Up from a friends house because she could not keep you. You were sitting at the front door like a good boy and every day for the next 8 years, sitting by the door is where you were everyday. The day we said good bye, I thought my heart would go with you and I cried for days. The day of your cremation, I went to say my final good bye and you looked so peaceful; like you were sleeping and I fell in love with you all over again. Sleep my baby boy, play and run. Suffer no more and mom will see you in the stars.