My beautiful little Ozzy pants. You were the size of my thumb and half dead when we met. I cared for you every day, hand feeding you, cuddling you, falling completely and utterly in love with you. No one thought you'd make it or have any kind of life. But I knew my little man was stronger than that. Your jaw got wonkier the older you got, but you didn't seem to notice. I always knew you wouldn't live as long as you should, but it doesn't make it any easier or me any less completely heart broken that you're gone. You are the most loving and sweetest little guy I've ever met. All that over mummy-ing in the beginning really just made you love being around people. You always ran over to me when I came home from work, or would be waiting for me in the same spot I found you waiting for me today. I'm so sorry you were left waiting. You knew how much I love you, I could always tell. But I can't tell you how much I'm going to miss that happy little wonky smile of yours. Or how much I'll miss when you'd put yourself to bed and glare at me until I turned your light off. How you posed every year with my Halloween pumpkin. Just you. My perfect little you.
Ellen
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