For those of you honored enough to meet Sir Sainic, I have terrible news. Last week Sainic was called to meet his maker. His soul is now free to roam not just our homestead but the universe.
To my love, my heart, my soul you will always be remembered and the memories cherished. He was my rock when life felt unsteady. He was my big baby in the cold. He was my Sir Sainic.
Rest in peace my friend, I love you.
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