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It's been over a month since my precious angel Cocoa died. I can say he died but can't fully accept it. He was so full of mischief and energy one day, throwing up the next day then it plummeted downhill rapidly. Even while sick he walked around. My beautiful baby boy. I still see him in every room. I still feel him with me. I sleep with the fleece blanket he was bundled up in when he passed away. I often see him in it and remember part of his tiny baby tongue sticking out of his mouth. He was so weak. His small angel face and head poked through the blanket as I reminded him of what Heaven is like. How can my heart process this? I melt down every day. I miss him so much it feels like someone is kicking my gut or ripping my heart out.
It's been over a month since my precious angel Cocoa died. I can say he died but can't fully accept it. He was so full of mischief and energy one day, throwing up the next day then it plummeted downhill rapidly. Even while sick he walked around. My beautiful baby boy. I still see him in every room. I still feel him with me. I sleep with the fleece blanket he was bundled up in when he passed away. I often see him in it and remember part of his tiny baby tongue sticking out of his mouth. He was so weak. His small angel face and head poked through the blanket as I reminded him of what Heaven is like. How can my heart process this? I melt down every day. I miss him so much it feels like someone is kicking my gut or ripping my heart out.
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