I’m just taking some time to get this off my chest.
You killed our baby, our little feather baby who made us a family. You killed him. He didn’t “just die” you actually killed him.
He loved us and trusted us and you killed him. I wasn’t there but I know when you took him into bed for cuddles he was cuddling up to you and loving you and trusting you as his daddy and you fucking killed him.
I came up to bed, the lights were all out so I had to feel my way up, I went into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, and then I hear you shouting of me, and you show me, and he’s just there,flat and dead, and I scoop him up, and he’s stiff when I scoop him up, and you’re going “I don’t know how this happened” and I’m holding him in my hands and he’s actually flattened, and you’re sat going “I don’t know what happened he was lying on my stomach”
What happened was Melon was happily snoozing in your chest and you rolled over and crushed him and he never had a fucking chance.
He trusted you, and you killed him, and I can’t even look you in the eye right now.