I am sad beyond consoling. One of my oldest friends was killed tonight. She has been my constant companion, sleeping with me almost every night, for the last seventeen years. No matter what was going on in my life, she was content to curl up in my arms, stretching out against me and making me feel safe and comfortable. Her body perfectly molded to fit mine. But one misguided act of kindness stole her away from me forever. There will never be another Patricia, and my heart will yearn for her for the rest of my life.
