My son is 3 and goes over to the pear trees where we buried 2 pets in the past 2 years.

Our cat Bruce and our bearded dragon CJ.

He still feels a need to take care of them. He was "in charge" of feeding the lizards so every one in a while he grabs lettuce from the fridge and tries to take it outside for her. While he's over there he says stuff like "pspsps Bruce wanna play with me" and it fucking obliterates me every time.

Bruce was his best friend, he would do his bed time routine with us everynight and loved my son so much. I'm suprised he even remembers him since he was so young but their immediate bond was really special.