Dear Jenny, Steve and Bob,
God gives us a certain amount of time with each other, and we never truly know how long that time is. Sometimes we are blessed with knowing when our time has come, and we can truly and deeply express our love for one another. That is what has happened with you and Bob. Jen and Steve, Bob knows the love you had for him, and he returned it. The hardest thing to do is let go. The most loving thing to do is to let go, and let Bob pass to the RB. It just doesn't seem right that the hardest thing to do is the right thing to do. It shouldn't hurt so much. That is what tests and strengthens our love. Doing the right thing despite the pain. Bob is in a better place. I know that. You two are left to grieve, in pain. Time, as I know all too well, will be your true friend. You can't look back, just ahead. Know that while you are focusing on the future, and dealing with your grief, just over your shoulders is a beautiful black boy, placing a paw ever so gently on you both, guiding you. RIP Bob. You have gone from the Angels to God.
Love,
Johanna