Some nights ago, as I was walking home, I suddenly thought about Shelty and how he's not going to be with me forever. And that made me kind of sad. That night, I came home and found him on my brother's bed. He was in his shirt, all cuddled up underneath my brother's comforter. I went up to him as quietly as I could but he still woke up in the midst of his sleep and looked at me with his eyes half-open. I almost cried. I kissed him and whispered: " Thank you, baby, for being part of my life. " I was still about to cry. I stuffed my head into him and gave him tummy rubs (much against his will I imagine) but I still did it anyway because if I didn't, I felt as if I'd be missing out on something so precious. A couple of nights ago, we came home from an event and it was almost midnight. I was dead-tired and kept complaining about how I had to work the following morning. After showering, I heard my brother mention how he didn't have enough s...