My little baby died in my arms longer than 8 years now.
What a heartbreaking experience that was!
This was the day, when I lost my best friend. (best friend, best buddy -best "bodyguard" (ha-ha-ha), my best partner in crime )
I can't and will never forget those little pair of eyes pleading for help, when I knew I couldn't help!
I often wonder if he knew I was helpless to do anything, or did he know he was dying?
Guess there are no answers, but I can not stop thinking about him.
-Yes it's true, thinking about him every day of my life, and it still hurts, hurts a lot-hurts like hell !
Loved you and love you my little one -forever in my mind my little buddy-, I wish you were by side in this life, but hope to meet you again one day!
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