My little boy. Off in the world. I shouldn't be sad; I've known this was coming for ten years! But still.
Not being able to wake up and see him smile at me every morning is the hardest part. Yes, the little things are the worst, like not being able to tell him to brush his teeth, or eat his vegetables, or change his underwear.
And I know he's safe but… I miss him. My little boy, the trainer. It's strange to think about. But he had to leave someday, and he's doing great.
Good boy Ash. Make me proud.