Bubbie.. This is New's Years. been a long time since I last seen you. I brought your pic out. And your special brush that you laid your head on when you passed. Your last breath and sigh of resignation, haunts me. Maybe I should have spent more time with you in your last hours. The guilt stabs and twists my heart. But.. please my bubbie boy, I would die for you. infact I feel like I have. P.S. I put your picture in a tree and you look like you. Molly has wrapped her paws around your favorite brush.