My little baby, he was a gift given to me. I loved him with all my heart and soul. He was a lover with a little mischief mixed in.  Oh could he cause trouble from eating the handles on plastic bags to destroying gifts recently wrapped. Let us not forget his great love of knocking things down.  I remember there was a time when I had the answering machine velcro'd to the desk because he knocked it over every single day.



But oh could he put a smile on my face, my little mischief monger. From crawling in shopping bags to the box that was permanently on the table, his box. Pillow with the mischievous twinkle in his eye.



The love he brought me will not be forgotten. He slept on my pillow every single nite. There I would scratch his head and give him a kiss.  He knew when I was blue and would come over and butt me with his little head and I would have to smile.



My Pillow, he was my baby, my best friend, my blessing, given to me for a short while to bring lite into my life. I will love and miss him for all eternity my little angel.



Until we meet again..