Squish

Squish was my snuggly, sweet boy and my first child. I remember going to buy him and him being everything I dreamed he would be. He was mischievous and always finding a way to get treats he wasn’t supposed to have. When we moved out of my mom’s house, he had 12 packs of ritz crackers hidden under our couch. He made me laugh in times I felt I would never smile again. He would run up to me and jump on my leg so I’d chase him around the house. I’ve never met a stinkier guy. I’d do anything to smell that stink again as funny as that sounds. He was a lone ferret when I brought him home but soon after, I just knew he needed a brother. So I brought Cannoli home. Squish used to grab him and try and stash him under the bed when I first brought him home. Over the years they spent together, they were inseparable. Always playing together and cuddling during naps and at bedtime. Where there was Cannoli, there was Squish. I think they’re missing each other more than I know. Squish will always be watching over his brother and mama. I know it.