For almost 18 years, she was mine.
In February, she would have been 20 years old.
Last week, she left me.
We watched the world change together. Repeatedly.
She gave me the only creatures I will ever raise from the day of their birth until their dying day.
She overcame the stresses of her early life with me, and helped me overcome mine.
She looked after me when I was ill, nagged when it was needed and never once said anything about my questionable decisions.
She raised me to be the quiet, thoughtful, detail oriented person I am.
She will be missed in ways for which there are no words.