KD, KD, you held on so long.   I was sure that you were going to survive this horrible SDA outbreak.  Every morning for three days I would wake up and brace myself for your death, but you were still hanging on.  I wish I could make you all better.  I wish that I could bring you back and fix your damaged lungs, banish the mites that persistently bothered you and cuddled you until you past on quietly at the age of four.  I wish a lot of things for you and I, KD, but again, you have taught me a life lesson.

I know you are in a better place now, with all your BVR relatives and unrelated friends that you spent your time with here.   This thought still does not comfort me much right now.  I love you KD, I'm so sorry to see you leave me.