A sweet thread, indeed. Thanks for making it.

Frisk, my Sunshine, October 8th you passed away. It still doesn't seem real. When I leave the front door open I always expect you to be sitting there by the glass, smiling and waiting to be let in. Sometimes I do see you there, as it is such a familiar sight that I can't get it out of my head. Your memory is still alive, and I feel it is something that will never fade. I feel your warmth with each ray of sunshine that falls upon this earth, and when I look into the sky I can still imagine your face smiling down on me... clear as day. To me, you will never truly die... you will live on forever in my heart. Thanks for everything.