My precious baby. He's 11 now, and getting slower in his running, its almost non existent. When we go to bed at night, we sleep back to back, with him under the covers. When I sit down, he lays next to me and his head on my lap. Sometimes he cries. That breaks my heart. I am praying for a few good years left in his precious life. He and I have been through so much together. Never ever one time did he or any of the 'kids' go without. No matter my struggles or life's challenges, he, and they, came first in my life. I took this picture and it is so him. Sweet and wonderful, and definitely a momma's boy. He loves John, and even though our first few months of dating I would not let John take him anywhere, when John says ''lets go'', he is first in the truck and, well... they go! I have to say, I am lucky to have someone who loves all the kids as much as John does! Me, I would have left by now if fur kids meant more to my 'other' than I did, but he knows my story and he doesn't mind holding them when we are watching television. My baby. I would be lost without him.
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