Today is my birthday and for some reason i seem to have a pattern of death every birthday since i was 4. And to some it may not be as devastating but for me this is my baby. I raised him at 2 days old bottle fed him and yesterday found him on the side of the road. And because he is my baby i picked him up built him a coffin painted it and laid him with Hunters baby blanket that he loved. And laid my baby to rest. I miss him so much. I loved my lil Olaf. And im sorry to share the saddness but im so hurt and my husband doesnt understand why it hurts so much. He was tought life goes on in which it does but i have been taught that its ok to cry and thats what i plan on doing:/ RIP sweet baby.