February 1. “Fighter passed away.”

“That’s sad.”

“And after the way she fought to live. I used to marvel seeing her battle death every single moment.”

“You also promised to take me to the club and introduce me to Fighter but that was not to be.”

“We had a small ceremony and buried her in the garden outside. May her soul rest in peace.”

“I am sure you’ll get a goldfish to replace Fighter!”

“It’s not the same. Fighter was Fighter. Nobody can take her place. We can find replacements but each of us is unique the way we are. No two people are the same. In fact, nothing is identical. Look at twins—you’ll find that little something that makes them a wee bit different from the other.”

“Go to sleep now. You look tired.”