A precious soul in a tattered body. Still trying to go like she did when she was young. Not understanding why her heart thumps harder & can't catch her breath when she plays. See the frustration & pain in her eyes, not knowing how to make her understand. Not knowing if she understands when I hold her close and rub her soft, silky black hair that I am trying to not only let her know she is loved but that I am trying to comfort her also. That I feel her pain & her frustration of not knowing how to make it better. That I'd take it in a heart beat if it meant that she could enjoy her life pain free. Oh the joy I've known since she came into my life. The love I feel for her, not remembering how I lived before she came along. Not knowing how I'll go on when she is gone.