

The only thing I know for sure is that I miss him laying with me and following me through the house whenever I'd get home from being out, or how hard it is to look for a video or DVD to watch, because he would ALWAYS come to the shelves or cabinets and stand up on my leg or Dad's leg, or against the shelf and we would pet him while we looked for something to watch and call him "Video Toes". I caught Daddy crying for him the other day when he was at those shelves, and then I broke down too.
We miss our Video Toes, Cotton Socks, Mo's Toes, Mobitussin, Cosmotosis, and Fluffy Toe. (His nickname list is ALOT longer, but typing each one makes the tears flow harder.)
My sweet Mosoltoe, every thing in this house reminds me of you because we were sooo close. I think of you always and cry many, many times a day, but I do know you are better off now, in your peaceful, and pain free place- but my selfishness of missing you wants you home with us. I Love You Baby Boy. Visit me in my dreams again, it will bring a smile to my face.

In the meantime, I sleep with your blanket (the one you slept on, on the back cushion of the couch with the word LOVE bordered around it. I have not washed it and don't know if I ever will. I also cover my pillow with the towel I was using to keep you warm when you first got sick before you passed, I don't know when I'll be able to wash that either.) These things still smell like you and make me feel a little closer to you. Rest Easy and Have Fun until Mommy comes for you.