I realize that this probably doesn't get read by anyone any more, but that's okay. This is for me.
Minion died today.
She was acting funny the last few days, but I figured she had a cold or something of the sort. I don't know what happened to her.
I've had her since she was five weeks old. She really was my baby.
We shared many adventures together; she'd happily sit in my lap as I'd visit drive-thru windows late at night, and she came with me on my 3,000 mile journey west.
She was my best friend. She was always there for me; she made me feel so very happy.
I miss you, Minion. You were my anchor.