There were fellow creatures - geese, ducks and other birds, but none of our own kind. Beau wants me to be a playmate, but I will never run as fast or enjoy the snow and grass like he does. He will never share a thoughtful conversation, no matter how intensely he gazes at me. It is all right, we both are doing well and are thankful, but there is a melancholy to being apart from the mate, the parents, the siblings, the children that are so numerous but so widespread. I cannot imagine the heartache of families separated by wars, disasters, and human cruelty. There are more tomorrows, and I hope that you my dear children and grandchildren know that I think of you many times a day and look yearningly to the days we spend together and share sweet moments of laughter, stories, and simply being near to each other. I miss you all so much tonight.
