Logan died on Friday. He would have been 14 in April.
My mother said she heard some noises at 4 a.m. Friday morning, and got up to check. It was Logan, and he couldn't stand. His legs wouldn't work. And then he just decided to lay down. And then he never got back up again.
She called me at 8 am EST, as I was on my way to work. I had about 10 minutes to sit with that information before I had to go into work. Needless to say, I didn't stay at work all day.
I've written about it enough in my paper journal and other places. I'm kind of numb to it now, at this point. Just know that I miss you, Bubbers. You were my favorite thing about this world. I miss your face.