I lost you six years ago, today. You have been gone almost as long as you were beside me.
Can you tell me, then, why the hole you left behind keeps getting larger, instead of healing?
Twelve years ago, you were the start of all of this. Every pig since has been because of you. Everything I have learned, whatever knowledge I have gained and then passed on, has been from having you in my life.
I hope that you are doing well at the Rainbow Bridge. I hope you and Sly are having a great time together, and that he has introduced you to Punkin and Scooter. I hope the four of you will wait until I get there one day.
I love you, little man. And I always will. I hope you are at peace.