I guess I always knew this day would come, but maybe I didn’t want to face it. Maybe, I thought somehow things could be different for us…like we shared a special gift. Maybe, I secretly hoped that we would leave the world together, just you and me. We’ve been together for so long, I’m not quite sure how I’ll find the strength to cope now. My friends say I’ll find a replacement, but I’m just not sure that’ll ever really happen. I’ll never be able to feel the same without you. Years ago when I would see you, my eyes would light up, and I’d get all excited. You were so new and eager to face the world. Now, I try to see you that way, but it seems all that’s left is a haggard, shredded, bedraggled shell of your former you. I see it in you though…the desire…the willpower…the want to serve. I see all of that, but I don’t know what to do with it or how to act. I can see how strangers look at you now; they try to avert their gaze or they look at me with pity, because they know all to well the pain that comes with the horrible, gut wrenching decision I must make today. And I have to do what’s right for both of us. I can’t be selfish anymore. I remember the first time I laid eyes on you. I thought you looked so small and wee; and I thought to myself, “How could someone do this?” How could someone just toss you aside like yesterday’s garbage…but I knew what you were made of. At first I was a little skeptical and nervous that maybe you and I weren’t going to be such a good fit, but I quickly got over that after I gave you that first bath. I remember about a year ago when the problems first started, and I tried to tell myself I was just being paranoid. But then things just got progressively worse. It seems as though every day I would see some new symptom. You always tried to play it off though…you were strong through all of your fibers. It all just seems so hopeless now, and I don’t know what else I can do. I’ve read everything I can get my hands on, I’ve researched for countless hours, and we’ve even seen specialists. Remember that one nut case that suggested I cut your legs off? How could I do that to you? How? It just seems so selfish…to mutilate you in such a way for what? A few more months? Every day would be a brutally painful reminder of the good times. I just hope you’ll remember the good times we had together…playing fetch in the park, camping, chasing the cat through the house, cross country road trips…and how many times have we moved together? Remember moving from FL to TX? God, I thought I was going to pee all over myself…and you. So just remember, Favorite Jeans, I love and no other pant will ever replace you.
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