In memory of Cleopatra

Words cannot describe the pain of losing my baby Cleo. Instant love was what I felt when we picked you up at 8 weeks old. Now 18.5 we thought we'd have at least a couple more years. But you were poorly baby and we didn't want you to suffer. I will miss you more than you know, your little quirky personality, your weird eating habits. I'll never eat a bowl of cereal without thinking of you wanting my cereal milk, my crispy bacon pieces, bits of beef or your obsession with prawn crackers. I love you, I love you, I love you my little lifelong pal, you've been with us through thick and thin. We've loved giving you the best life possible. My life now has a massive hole for such a tiny princess. My life will never be the same. My sweetest baby Cleo I love you forever.

by Caroline Preston