Theo died

The truth about love is that it's a beast with sharp razor blades for teeth. It must be. How else do you explain the pain in my heart and these burning tears?Robbie was with him in the end. Robbie brought him home and dug a hole under the roses in our Oxfordshire garden and laid Theo to rest wrapped in his turquoise blanket.And we cried together. And we talked for hours and remembered him.In our life together with his and her's houses and his and her's countries, he was something we truly shared. Our little shining light. A spirited little boy, full of personality. He found us four years ago. He was sickly and emaciated and we nursed him back to health. We never knew how old he was or how long we got to have him, but we needed him as much as he needed us.