I have a faithful companion who helps me get through each day. I treasure our friendship and count it among my greatest joys. This friend and I have been practically inseparable since the day we met, all those years ago. I stop by every evening just to make sure all is well with this buddy of mine, and I beat a path to them first thing every morning. Everyone in my family knows how important this relationship is to me and even the kids and dog won’t interfere with me visiting with this friend before I do anything else to start my day.
For years, our relationship has been truly gratifying and stimulating. I should have known things couldn’t be perfect forever, but I guess I grew complacent and maybe even took our friendship for granted.
And now this morning, something is terribly wrong with my friend.
Usually my beloved pal makes happy noises as I approach.
But not today.
This poor, sad creature is making tortured sounds, like a fallen racehorse. I’ve tried to gently poke and prod, to see if I could figure out what’s wrong, but the symptoms point to a sudden onset of something serious, and possibly fatal. If I had known sooner, I might have been able to do something to save this beloved pal of mine. But if there were warning signs, I failed to see them, and now I’m faced with helplessly standing by while the grim reaper comes to call.
My mind flashes back to all the happy times we shared together, and all the joy and satisfaction I’ve derived from our close companionship.
I hope the coffee maker knows that I will fight with everything I have to save it, but if I can’t, I will mourn and deeply miss it. Oh sure, eventually I’ll find another friend, but it will never be exactly the same.