Today would have been Oliver's 12th birthday. My handsome boy is still missed dearly even after 10 months since he's been gone. Matt and I were just saying that we feel the same way about Zoey being born as we do about Oliver dying--Has it been a thousand years since or was it just yesterday? I guess that is what happens when an event changes your being so permanently.
Oliver buddy--I know you are looking down on us and keeping us safe and happy. We wish you were here to endure the midnight feedings, walks around the neighborhood and sloppy kisses that Zoey now gives us.
Love you, best friend.
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