Dear Rory bear,
I wish I could tell you whats wrong.
I wish I could make you all better.
I wish I could help her.
When you look inside at us like saying "Make it stop"
I want to hug you.
I want to love you.
But i'm afraid I'll hurt you.
You can go.
You can,
it's for your own good, baby. Sweetie pie. Rory.
If you leave us - you'll feel so much better over that rainbow.
I don't wanna loose you, but one day it'll happen.
You may seem happy but we can see through it.
Though you're happy at times you're also miserable.
You can't stand up on your own - you can't sleep without coughing.
Please. I wish you could speak to me.
So bad.
Just so I can tell you everything will be okay.
I want you okay.
But I can't have that.
We can't have that.
And I don't know what I'm going to do without you because I grew up with you
I'm almost certain I wouldn't be the human being I am today without you to be there for me.
I cried and you made me feel so much better.
You were a great pillow, too.
You didn't mind.
You seemed to enjoy it.
I simply wish a miricle would happen.
I want you better so bad.
I want it to be summer so you can be happier.
I want to drive away with you and let you run around down in some warm place.
I want to take you back to Florida so you can be home for a day.
But we can't.
You made it so far.
But you've gotten so worse so fast.
Just know, I love you.
I always will.
I remember the day we found out.
It all went down hill from there.
I wish I could cry about this.
But I can't.
Because I am apparently a souless human being.
Even though I love you so much.
Rory, we love you. So much.
- Love, your owners. But lets not be formal. Your family.
Dear Me,
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
You've gotten to the point you can't tell if its serious or not.
- Lots of hate, me.
I wish I could tell you whats wrong.
I wish I could make you all better.
I wish I could help her.
When you look inside at us like saying "Make it stop"
I want to hug you.
I want to love you.
But i'm afraid I'll hurt you.
You can go.
You can,
it's for your own good, baby. Sweetie pie. Rory.
If you leave us - you'll feel so much better over that rainbow.
I don't wanna loose you, but one day it'll happen.
You may seem happy but we can see through it.
Though you're happy at times you're also miserable.
You can't stand up on your own - you can't sleep without coughing.
Please. I wish you could speak to me.
So bad.
Just so I can tell you everything will be okay.
I want you okay.
But I can't have that.
We can't have that.
And I don't know what I'm going to do without you because I grew up with you
I'm almost certain I wouldn't be the human being I am today without you to be there for me.
I cried and you made me feel so much better.
You were a great pillow, too.
You didn't mind.
You seemed to enjoy it.
I simply wish a miricle would happen.
I want you better so bad.
I want it to be summer so you can be happier.
I want to drive away with you and let you run around down in some warm place.
I want to take you back to Florida so you can be home for a day.
But we can't.
You made it so far.
But you've gotten so worse so fast.
Just know, I love you.
I always will.
I remember the day we found out.
It all went down hill from there.
I wish I could cry about this.
But I can't.
Because I am apparently a souless human being.
Even though I love you so much.
Rory, we love you. So much.
- Love, your owners. But lets not be formal. Your family.
Dear Me,
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
You've gotten to the point you can't tell if its serious or not.
- Lots of hate, me.