He always buries himself in any pile of blankets and peeks his head out when you call his name. He loves to sleep close up against you and gives plenty of kisses. He is happy and it is hard to believe he is 10 years old, he acts like a puppy.
i’m just having a moment, i don’t think i’m ok. i hate him. i don’t like hating people, but i just put all my hate on him so i don’t have to hate anyone else so i can be a good person, you know to my grandma, to my friends, to your daughter. that’s all i want to say. i want to tell him to his face that i hate him but he doesn’t even have a face.