The Love of My Life?

     i remember the first time we met. i saw her come out the door and as she touched my hand i couldn't help but think how cute she was. we walked around outside for a while and when it was time for me to go i promised to come see her again. i kept that promise and two weeks later i was there to pick her up this time.the ride wasn't very long and it was quiet. maybe it was because of us being out for the first time. it wasn't long before i took her home to meet the family. everyone one she met adored her saying how cute and pretty she was. we were inseparable from the start. rarely did you see me out with out her sitting beside me. i felt safe with her. i wasn't scared or embarrassed to show how much i loved her no matter where we were or who was around. we went almost every where together 
      then one day from out of no where she got sick. real sick. i remember when i saw her how nauseous i felt. I've never been a very religious person but on that day i talked to god. asked him not to do this to her it was too soon. eight years together  just didn't seem fair. such a short time together and yet it seemed almost like a life time.
      though there was many before her, i loved her the most. i felt complete when she was with me. that morning i cried more than i have ever before. the thought of her not being here was almost too much to handle. i knew what had to be done and the decision was mine alone to make. so after a long 3 hrs the time came. .308 long rifle to the base of the skull. pulled the trigger. she was dead before she hit the ground. i still miss her.

   RIP Niki