Gone, but not forgotten

Wes got up with Ollie this morning around 5:30am so that I could sleep in a bit, having been awake myself much of the night with a rattling cough. When I finally roused two hours laters, I sat next to them on the couch, and Ollie reached out for me. I was touched, but then realized he did so to get closer to my chest, which he was not banging his head against. Evidently, Wes had not yet given him his morning bottle.