Boots
August 17 2026 my sweet Mr. Boots crossed over the rainbow bridge. I will miss the way he would lay on my chest and take naps, the way he snored like an old man, the way he would tilt his head when I told him how much I loved him, as though he understood exactly what I said. He had the best personality I could ever ask for and he was such a handsome boy. The house is not the same without him in it. There will never be another Boots.
