It’s been three months and one week since I last saw my boy. I haven’t been able to face writing about him until now. It’s been very strange not having him around. I often think I hear him or see him under my feet. He was always following me around the house, no matter where I went, there was my little shadow at my heels. When I was in the kitchen doing dishes, he sat at my feet the whole time waiting until I’d finish and sit him on my knee. I still sometimes check the ground to see if he’s there so I don’t step on him.
I miss him every day.
