this is the last photo I took at home when I left Julius to go see a friend who insisted he would be okay and that I needed to hurry over and not be a flake. I still have the video I sent of him, to prove I wasn't flaking on the night and he was sick. all that really means, though, is that I'm sitting on the couch suffering a random sobbing spell. #animalsshouldnerewardedfornotbeingpeople#mynameiscaitlinandiliketoparty
happy birthday to my baby. he would be eight years old today. I miss you more than I could ever imagine missing anything. I still can't talk about you without crying. I don't even know what to say anymore.