My darling little fatboy,
In two days it will have been 7 months since you left me. I really don't know where the time has gone. 7 months. I really don't like that. I miss you so much that sometimes I literally physically feel ill. I hate to even say it but looking through your pictures and videos rips me apart. I use to do so constantly, but there is an intense pain that goes along with it now. I'm so sorry, Bosty. So terribly, completely, and utterly sorry. I'd give the world to go back in time because I'd never leave you or your brother to go back to work. I think of the first day I went back quite often. I had gotten both of you dropped off and stopped at the gas station a block away and realized I had a completely flat tire. I remember thinking that it was a sign that I just shouldn't be leaving you yet. There was no part of me that wanted to in the first place. You and your brother were perfect together and there is nothing I could ever cherish more in my entire life than the 68 days I had with you.
I promised you that I will get you justice... This is just the start but it's coming, Bosty, even if takes the rest of my life, I promise.
I love you so very much.
I love you so very much.
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