When my little guy saw me through his cage and saw me opening it so I could get a better look at him, it was love. It was pure love and pure devotion. He stood up and put his paws on my chest, and I could see it in his eyes that he knew he was about to go home.

He was diagnosed with renal failure in August 2011. We started with the fluids and he held on for so long. I got a call at work saying that Frosty wasn't doing well and I should go home. When I walked into my dad's room, there he was. He was so fragile, so sick, but so precious at the same time.

I took him into my room, where he fell asleep on my arm and snuggled into my neck. That was it. That was the last night I was able to sleep with my baby boy. I made an appointment for the next day. That will forever be the worst day I have ever experienced.

It's been 8 months. 8 very long months. I can't seem to get over his passing, because I keep replaying the image of the first day I saw him. I wish forever was longer, because his forever with me ended too soon.