WOW, Liberty!!! Thanks a million for this very engaging piece and for all those warm and good tears, my friend!

It reminded me of when I was finally able to start grieving my lost indoor kiddo Mustache following an aha-moment:

"Mustache has a biological sibling. His name is Zorro. They were too sick when I found them. I fostered them for three months before deciding to permanently adopt them.

They were very close, playing or snuggling all the time. Mustache loved to sleep on my arm and jump on my shoulders. Zorro’s favorite spot, on the other hand, has always been my thighs whenever I’m at the toilet!

My guess is that Zorro misses his brother which breaks my heart. Appealingly, he started literally running to sleep on my arm when Mustache went missing.

I thought his new behavior stemmed from his emotional state. It wasn’t until a few days ago that I paused for a moment before feeling overwhelmed by the mind-blowing awareness.

For two weeks, my baby’s soul had been gently watching over and comforting me through Zorro. It was as if Mustache was saying:

I’m here Momma… I want you to know that you did your very best and that I’ll cherish every moment we spent together until our souls will meet again!"