Good-bye Griffin

Griffin died Friday afternoon. He was a good little boy. He always gave kisses, and loved to have his ears scratched. Once, while I was sitting in JEss' room knitting a hat in the round, Griffin waddled over and stuck his head inside the half-knit hat. HE decided it looed comfy, so he crawled in and curled up in there, with his little head sticking out.
I miss him. I'm sorry I can't be there for Jess now, when I know she needs me.

Good-bye