We adopted Buttons, after I started back to work, so therefore your birthday had come and gone. You would have been 12. You hugged and loved her, just like the rest of us did. Funny you are the only one I have a picture of holding her, yet you became a cat person, and you didn't seem too fond of dogs. You used to take her out onto the golf course beside where we lived, and spent hours with her. You look so happy there, huge smile, and that is always going to be the way I remember you. You seemed happy all the time, you told us over and over, you loved your life, were happy that you hadn't found a mate and married. Looking back now, I do wonder how lonesome you really were. Friends you worked with had nothing but good to say about you, and how likable you were, and how you talked about your family all the time. I have to wonder, if that tiny apartment had something to do with bringing you down. When you were in the little house, each day seemed to be filled with smiles and happiness. We didn't have a perfect life, but we all loved you very much and we miss you each and every day.