Originally posted by catnapper
Ah, thats so sweet!
I had that happen to me too. I was only 9 years old, but my Tiny passed away the day after Christmas. I was devastated. He slept in my crib with me from the day I came home from the hospital. We were two peas in a pod. I continually saw him outside my bedroom door looking in to check up on me.
We moved out of Grandmom's house when I was 10, but every time I came to visit and spent the night, I always saw Tiny there looking in. I still miss that boy, all these years later. I sure wish he'd come visit me every so often now. Do you think they could come visit in a new house?
Oh boy, now there are tears in my eyes.