I really miss Poke's hugs. I'd call him over and he would sit right in front of me and rest his head on my shoulder. We would hug for a few seconds and my heart would be full. Or sometimes we would do forehead-to-forehead and enjoy each other's presence. I cherished and appreciated every single day with my Poke. He was such a gift to me. My heart aches for the day that I get to see him again.