He has been wearing a pair of his father’s socks every day for 3 days now. He keeps taking them off and putting them back on again. He has them pulled up to his knees. I guess that is his way of keeping his father close to him. He sometimes has fits where he forgets his father is at work and starts crying *I lost him!* …He has just added to that pitiful moan *I want my doggy* which both just break my heart. Poor kid. At least he doesn’t have to cry about the dog for long, and he will hardly ever have to cry about me. These are the times when you wish for a nice long, healthy life, no matter how close to death you may feel.