Our dear Fred died this morning, Winterfest morning of all times, just after we opened our presents. I am glad to have had at least one more Winterfest morning with him. The medical examiner said he believes it was simply old age, but he's going to do an exam just to be certain.
Personally, I can't help but to wonder if it was the stress from catching our son, Reese, high on some kind of pills. Of course, I'd never tell Reese that, but I still can't help wondering.
My poor dear Fred. I don't know how we'll manage without him. My heart is truly broken and our home already feels more empty.
- Kaz
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