Baxter Varra

I remember the first day we met. Your Dad Kevin tried to introduce us slowly, but you weren’t having it. You smelled me, then you started humping my leg. I guess that meant you liked me. 🙂 The last 8 1/2 years with you in my life have been a real joy. Our afternoon walks together, our snuggle and sleep time, and the little goodies I snuck you here and there (it was our little secret). The times when I’d cry uncontrollable tears and you’d find your way somewhere in between my face and my arms, as if to beg me to give you whatever burden I was carrying at the time. There were just so many wonderful moments and days and months and years … And now you’re gone. I keep telling myself, “Our tears are temporary but your peace is permanent.” It provides ever-so-temporary solace, and then I feel empty and sad all over again. And I’d trade all the “I’m sorry for your loss” sentiments just to have you here for one more day. I miss you, my son. I’ll see you at the Bridge. <3