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![]() We all pampered him. He made it so easy to love him. My mother crocheted his very own little comfy bed. ![]() and when the towels came out of the dryer, I made sure Max had one. ![]() Of course, he loved the big bed, too. ![]() ![]() And he was particularly fond of baby food. ![]() ![]() ![]() Max died way too soon. He slipped out one night and just disappeared. I searched and called for months but never found a trace of him. It broke my heart to imagine all the terrible things that could have happened. Even today, 30 years later, my throat closes when I remember that awful time. He was my baby, and I failed him. I now know about Rainbow Bridge and how our babies wait for us. I love picturing him there, with flowers and blue skies and my other babies. ![]() I miss you, my sweet little man. ![]() |
Max©2007
Barbara E. Allen |
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