“Eventually I took Jean Luc to daycare and printed the photos they posted on Facebook.
I put those photographs on my mother’s mirror.
With Jean Luc, there was always something to talk about with her.
A few days before she died he wouldn’t go on her bed. He wouldn’t even go in her room.
He was with her as long as she was consciously aware.
After she died and I brought him back to her house he helped me cope.
Snuggling and having Jean Luc around helps fill the hole.”