He was so loving. He would bury his head in my knees, or where ever he happened to lay. As I write this I realize he knew he was sick. He never came around my head in bed , but in the last month, he was right on top of me.

He died of kidney failure and was having seizures. I sat with him for 3 hrs or so to see if they would return after the valium wore off, and they did,so I did what i could and had him put to sleep. I feel him with me, a part of me. I feel his masculinity and strength.

It is comforting, but a little weird to say. We have been through alot together. His little spirit is so real.

- Bonny Benson from USA Rutland Vermont

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