I took Danny's box down from the shelf in the basement and when I opened it a hundred memories came flooding back.
I unwrapped his food and water bowls and put them back in their previous locations.
The toys were the hardest part. Danny had a favorite toy that he would swing, throw and catch and then repeat all over again. I still smile when that image comes to mind.
The pile of toys and empty bowls are a reminder of our loss. When Cooper arrives, I hope they will become part of new happier moments.
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