I loved your wife. She was my best friend. At night I would lay down in her box, she would crawl upon my back... and I would spring her loose to run about the house with me.
I did not like you as much as her. But I liked you.
I am very sad that you are gone. I am sad that I am not allowed to chew on your plant, on your plot.
I know that you are deeply missed. Good by my friend Hank.