Monty was spunky, goofy, hilarious, adaptable, smart, sweet, gentle, cuddly, needy, a garbage picker and stage 5 clinger without the separation anxiety.

He was my baby boy, best friend, love bug and cuddle buddy.

There are 14 years of stories to sift through but the one that stands out the most is Monty stole a loaf of bread from the kitchen and as his grandma was cleaning up the mess, he went back to steal the other loaf of bread. At that point, I couldn’t help but laugh and be amazed at how smart he was.

The house now feels empty without his physical presence. The excitement when I get home is now gone but I’m furever grateful for our time together.

My sweet boy, you are free from pain. Run wild and free, and eat all the pastries your little belly desires.

Mommy loves and misses you so much. Until we meet again, Bubba.

– Christina L, September 2024