I love you, Florence. You make all my days better, just by
being there, just by being yourself. I am glad for every bit
of food and every last treat that I’ve given you. Many times
have we just sat and watched each other, both trying to understand
each other. Many times have I spoken to you on one subject
or another, and you listened quietly but intently, not able to
understand my words, but understanding that speaking was my way of
communicating. Now I have to let you go from this world, to
be forever in the next, having the best possible experience, as
you’ve always deserved. I would want nothing less for
you. I love you, Florence.