This was Latte in 2006, when he was four to five months old.
He’s grown so much, my boy. Now, he’s Gor Gor Latte to Missy Raeann.
When I first found out I was pregnant, one of the consolations for the unplanned pregnancy was knowing that my little bub gets to be the happiest baby because she would have the loveliest doggy. I know this for sure – Latte’s going to give Raeann some pawsome love-filled years that every child deserves.
Latte boy, Mommy loves you so, still. I can’t cuddle you as much. I can’t bring you out on walks. I can’t clear your pee tray. But when Raeann’s older, Mommy can do all that, and more. I’m all achy-breaky when you whine because I can’t play. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.
My sentiments exactly.
You would understand. I hope the doggies understand too.