Frankie recently found Ollie's last can of food under the kitchen sink. She has taken to going around the house calling for him for a length of time carrying around the can and a baby spoon. She peers out the front windows as she calls. She climbs the stairs and checks the bedrooms. Finally she locates her pink puppy from Aunt Heather and settles in to feed her the food. She focuses on getting the spoon right up to the puppy's mouth and then makes little nibbly noises with a concerned look on her face while she holds the spoon there. It's almost as if she wants to make sure puppy gets every crumb before the next mouthful. My heart warms to see the impact our precious Oliver had on the baby. My eyes always well up when I think that she will never truly remember him.