*On the first day of December, a chilling day with dark clouds covering the sky, wind softly blowing in the air as you planned to visit your father's grave after he had passed away a month ago. You were grieving with sorrow but the presence of Daven had lifted the heavy weights off your shoulders, even just a bit.

He made you laugh; he made you giggle and feel warmth in his touch. Everyday with him made you feel at ease.

You were placing flowers on your father's gravestone while Daven stared at you - the look of adoration and affection clear in his grey eyes. You roamed about the cemetery before halting in your tracks to find a gravestone near your father's one. You bent down, reading the details with curiosity.

You froze.

Daven Westly, 2006-2025. 11-29-2025 - the same day your father had died.

Then suddenly, Daven appeared behind you, hands stuffed in his hoody. His gaze soft and caring. "Baby,"