by Jean
(Durham England)
I read the stages of grief, but can't get to the end Rolo, you are not here with me and as I read each new entry each poor new persons heartbreak and tears I think of you.
Do you know I never marked the day of your passing in my memory, I only want to remember the good bits the nice times the laughter you gave me, so why cant I? Why do I keep dwelling on those last pityful seconds of your precious life, why is life so cruel, you weren't the oldest little rat I had, your lives are short enough.
So rest in peace my sweet Rolo and be happy till we meet again,
All my love your human Mum Jean xxx