My Baby Boy Kloeber
by Landi Helgevold
(Osceola, IA, Untited States)
Kloeber was 12 years old (people years). We got him when I was 6 months old. I couldn't have imagined life with out my baby. Kloeber died on Monday, September 16th 2014. That was my mom and dads 20th anaversary. My dad could tell he was in pain so he told him that it was okay to go.
During 8th hour I was in band and the high school band director got a call saying that I needed to go to my cusions room in 5 minutes. I knew right away that it was Kloeber. So I left band early and right when I walked in I see my sister crying. I asked if it was Kloeber and she said that my big brother found him in his cage and he wouldn't get up.
My parents brought him to the school so we could say our last goodbyes to him and then they went to go get him cremated. I'm telling this story a lot and I cry even more each time. I miss you baby Kloebes. Life is hard without you.