Little Man

My Little Man died just the other night. We used to play all day well into the twilight. Shortly after as I slept, I had a dream I was with him again, playing hide and seek like we used to back when, but then I thought, "This is impossible, my Little Man died not too long ago." I looked down upon him, and he gave me a soft meow, then I thought to myself, "Well, he's not dead now," and so my Little Man and I played until the dream ended and I awoke, then reality hit me, and once again my heart broke.