This is the end

Our time as nursling and nursing Mama is having it's last gasp.  I think that Cubby is only asking out of habit and for comfort.

I am sad and proud that we nursed as long as we did.  Today, when he had his foot up on my shoulder and was trying to kick my face, I was less sad and more amazed that we had such a successful run.

I love you, Cubby Bear and I'll keep giving you special snuggles to make up for the change. 

I will also stop trying to offer you cow's milk as you clearly hate the taste and spew it, fountain like, all over my house.