I loved you Alto. And I miss you so much. Your soft ears, the way you dug for water in your water bowl. How you would touch the back of my leg with your nose...just to let me know you were there. How you would cuddle up in a little cinnamon roll curl on the couch and watch me do yoga...and sleep next to me...on at the tip of my toes. Next to me. Leaning up next to me as we slept. You were my favorite little guy. I loved you so.
Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.
~Leo Tolstoy
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