Rousseau
The night before my boy Rousseau passed, I was on the floor sleeping next to him. And as he went into this intense dream, he started kicking me in the head with his back legs. And it was very clear he was running in his dream. Something he hadn’t been able to do in the last couple years due to his spinal issue. But that just reaffirmed in me his desire to run again, and so yesterday I gave him the chance to do just that.
I will miss you every day Rousseau and I’ll never stop loving you.
Love always,
Dad