When I look back to June 5th, 2004 it was inconceivable to me that todays date, June 5th, 2007 would ever even take place. One day without my girl seemed impossible, let alone one week, one month. Forget one year. That was impossible.
Well, now here we are, three years later. I've learned that one some level, every day will always be June 5th 2004. That day will be with me forever. Yet, I take comfort in the fact that while you were taken from me early, my Falkor has defied all the odds in his medical prognosis. He wasn't expected to last much past your time, but my God, he is still with me. The vets have called him a miracle. It was truly the reverse of your medical situation. You were expected to live. Live is so unpredictable. I'm so happy to still have him in my life.
Days after you passed, I composed the following little verse:
Every night, as I fall asleep,
My sadness runs a bit less deep.
For I've moved closer, by one day.
To when you and I, again will play.
I am now 1,095 days closer.
