Napoleon was a gift to us from the day we got him. Our grandchildren grew up with Napoleon and through the years Napoleon proved to be our friend, our companion. He knew when we were happy and he knew when we were grieving. He was our treasure. He loved the grandchildren, he loved his "great-granny" and he got all excited when we were driving and getting near to her house. She would let him sit on a chair, even at the table, and give him his veggies. He knew exactly where he was going and couldn't wait to get out of the car. He didn't like the mailman at all. He would hide when it was time for a bath but he was all happy and excited when he was looking so handsome. He would give us a smile that assured us he was okay with it after-all. He liked going to McDonald's and having his own burger. We could talk to him and he'd look at us with understanding. Never gave us any trouble. He was our little man. The pain we feel cannot be expressed in this writing. We pray he will meet us at the bridge when it is our time. Until that time little man, you must know we miss you so much but we know you are happy in heaven and your little heart is now healed. We love you.|
Hello my sweet Napoleon. It's been almost 6 years since your passing and I miss you so much. Your daddy passed away on Oct 6 from a heart attack but I guess you know that already. I am sure he has found you. Know I love you dearly and miss you every day.