Timothy

I haven’t had the heart to talk about it, but it’s been an entire season—the worst winter of my life. Timothy went from fine to really bad in just a couple days and normal exams showed nothing. When we finally got him an ultrasound, it showed the worst: cancer. It had metastasized all throughout his insides and there was nothing we could do but cut short his suffering. He crossed the rainbow bridge on December 14, 2017. He wasn’t even 14 years old.
Timothy was my near-constant companion, staying by my side through sicknesses and surgeries and everything else. He left an enormous hole in my heart. I haven’t wanted the wound to heal, but I have gotten to the point where I can talk about him without crying. Sometimes.
He used to get irritated when I doted on him a little too much (that is why he developed the habit of immobilizing my arm by laying his whole body on it), so being a non-functioning, emotional wreck about him is maybe the worst way to remember him.
Timothy, please forgive me for that.