Im on my knees in Kanes room. I sit and lean over and cry for my son. I say cry but it's more like a scream. I say scream but it's more like a yelling and for yelling I mean there's someone dying in my house and that's me. It's cruelty to my mind. I never talked about Mitzi much. She finds me and she comes and kisses me and licks my tears away as she lays on his toy Matt. This is Mitzi she's my emotional Support Dog and I'am blessed to have her. We're blessed