The other day I remember I was saying I wish we had found you in the park so we could see what you were like out there. It was fate when you came to us. Once I got rid of my dog who was like my very soul in a little trailer in southern Illinois, and traveling in a little car all the way to Gabriola Island, B.C. That happened. I was young and in trouble, and I guarantee you, Olive, we will keep you, we will not be in such a circumstance where parting is a necessity, we will never get rid of you, we will always be together, forever, not like in a fairy tale, but in this, our present, continuous reality.