Mommy can’t moved on. Had given 26 days of chance. I left on 23rd day because I have to work and your too little to bring with me. I will never forget having this baby sleep beside me….going to my neck and later in my armpits, inside my clothes while asleep. I’m going to miss your smell, your pinky snout you try to use to get out of that soft net cloth I keep covering you. I remember that soft kiss when I was busy with my phone and it made me think you were God given, sent to ease mommy’s stress. I held you from day 1, getting milk from your moody cannibal Momma who I caught eating your sibs right after giving birth…she could have eaten you as well. I took you off you were hiding under her tummy. I Google and call vet on what to do. Some people can’t understand what you mean to me. I already gave instructions on how to take care of you. They think it was easy to follow the routine I do for you. Getting milk from The Madonna isn’t easy I do get scratches from her but I don’t care just to get the right amount of milk for you.
So before I left, I gave clear instructions, even paid them. It was written everything in the calendar because if Baby reaches 3rd month I’m getting him. The last day before I left, those eyes looks sad and return him to the cage I designed for him. So if I didn’t call my Mom I wouldn’t know you have passed away.
