She was always a bit daft. I always thought if Angel were human she'd a be a bit blond, like I used to be. I'd tell her to come in and she'd go outside. She had a funny way of walking when it was feeding time, where she'd twist in a U to make sure you were following her out to the patio. She'd do this while making turns and
And now, she's gone ahead to where I can't go now. I hope I get to see her and all my other companions (pet hardly seems to fit when you've been with someone for longer than more human marriages) when it's my turn to go.
"If you get there before I do, don't give up on me.
I'll meet you when my chores are through;
I don't know how long I'll be.
But I'm not gonna let you down, darling wait and see.
And between now and then, till I see you again,
I'll be loving you. Love, me."
I love you, Angel, my sweet, silly, little old lady. And I will miss you forever.
Till we meet again, on the Other Side!