My Baby Left Me. Love, Loss, Dreams

Grief, like love, becomes part of who you are in every reality

Photo by Yevhenii Dubrovskyi on Unsplash

This story goes back to 2008, and I still miss this boy. He took great delight in “helping” me while I was working on the computer. He would squeeze his paw from behind the tower, slowly easing the rest of his sixteen-pound body forward until he reached the keyboard. He won the game when he would sprawl across the keys looking up at me…