Dear God,
I have a headache and I don't feel well. My back is hurting, my eyes are tired and my spirit is dim. The light is going out but I want it to stay lit.
I'll miss my Shadow's nursing on my ears. The tender cuddling, the little suckle noises and his deep eyes that expressed his love and life. It's hard to see the blood on the road. I pray for rain if only to wash away his death.
I'm so sleepy.
Love your daughter,
Amy Kathleen
