If I had you for one more day, I'll know what to do

Last night, she slept in between us. I couldn’t take her off my sight fearing she’ll leave me without saying good bye. I watched her sleep, and rocked her close for body heat and then I dozed off. And the dream came. I had to sacrifice her to a black bear and I was reluctant but knowing that it’s the right thing to do, and I thought, will I leave that room fast enough to not see her being eaten? The dream woke me up at 4.30am and she was already awake, crying silently for she’s too weak to let out anymore sound. I made her milk. She sipped a little then stared at me for a long time. I felt helpless and started to cry again. Mr Bak said we should pray and I think that’s when she left us cause when I turned back to her, she was already still, yet her skin was warm. It was 5am.

Billie Jean was only 2 weeks old and just started teething.