Dear Brisby,

I lost you on Friday Sept 11th (2026) as if that date wasn’t bad enough already...

You were so difficult in the beginning. I lost patience with you many times. I don't know if I really even liked you back then. But you were in really bad shape when we agreed to foster you and you needed time to decompress. One day you climbed up the side of my chair, curled up in my lap, and went to sleep. In that moment I knew you'd never leave us. You were ours and I would do whatever it took to make it work. It was still a long road but I grew to really love you. We all did.

Over the years you matured and grew into what you became— my loyal friend and side kick.

I will never forget the time we shared however short I felt it was—it was ours. I’ll miss you forever Brisby. I love you.

Love,

Dad