Last week my computer crashed and died. I lost everything, including all my emails. Because I'm quite anal about collecting things like that (although not to the extent of making back-ups), I lost every single email Sharon had sent to me, usually from the bedroom to my position either in the kitchen or on the settee, over the last three years or so. Some of these would just be as short as "No" or as banal as "Can I have some cheese next time you come up?" I couldn't bear to delete anything written by her, especially after her brush with mortality a few years back, for fear that it might presage some awful event.
Seems I was right. I'm back with Mum and Dad, she's got the rat (and my beer, come to think of it).
She was, still is and always will be, very special. Thanks for the last five years, babe. I'm only sorry it couldn't have been longer the way we wanted it to be.