"The One I Love" By Dancing Boy

I know December was a busy month, and maybe you missed the post about our cat, Tucker.
{Go Here to read about Tucker~He really was a special cat.}
Here it is March, and Tucker is still missed.
It is weird.
 I still make sure my glass of water is in the sink when I am done with it, because he was known to knock a glass of water over to drink it.
I groggily wake up early in the morning thinking I heard  his distinctive Siamese meow.
Sometimes, I see a lump in my bed, and think-"Oh, there he is again, sleeping-", rather than the comforter just wasn't tucked in snug again.
And I am not the only one...
Happy Boy has asked quite a few times now, "Where IS Tucker?!"
{"Heaven, Honey~"}
My oldest doesn't say too much, and neither does my Dancing Boy...until last week:

Dancing Boy came home from school the other day with this paper in his hand:

He wanted to read it to me  immediately.

This is what it said:

"The One I Love"

I loved my cat.

I wanted to {play} fetch crumbled up paper with him.

His name was Tucker.

He was so nice.

He died when I was six on Christmas.

He sat by the Christmas tree.

He read it to me, and then buried his head in my side and cried.

Nature Boy also coming in the door, stopped and watched somberly.

No one tells you about this  part of parenting~When your child hurts, you really do feel it, and wish you could make it better, even when you can't...

(...Who wishes she could make the tears stop sometimes, but recognizes that grief is a necessary part of life~)