You taught me so much. You were there for me. We held it together for so long. 
The doctor said that there was a chance you wouldn't make it.  You had to hold me so I wouldn't jump on him and beat him to a pulp. We agreed to take our chances.
First thing to change was our eating habits. You could no longer handle some foods you loved. I stuck by your side and gave up on them for you.
Then your fur changed... it didn't have that shine anymore. It wasn't as soft... I kept telling myself that was just a side effect and you'd be fine.
I promised to stay strong. Sometimes you'd catch me hiding somewhere. Tears running down my face. Then your hands would rub my shoulders. But they were getting... weaker... No. I'm just exaggerating...
You said you'd be fine when I left that morning. It was my big chance. That promotion...
My phone rang instants before it was my time to talk... I asked for a second and picked it up "your wife is at the hospital"... I panicked... Dropped everything and rushed there... I don't care about my job. What use is the money if I don't have you? I should have stayed home. You could barely move your wings... but you insisted that I left... I get to the hospital... find your room... You're asleep... Doctor comes in... "We might have to amputate her wings. Her muscles are starting to fail and that is causing her constant pain. The disease focused on her wings and if we act quick we can stop it from spreading. " I froze in shock when I realized that you weren't asleep. They sedated you because of the pain. I plead with the doctor, but the exams don't lie... there's no other choice... I look at you, peacefully sleeping. Why you...? I ask myself the same question over and over. Why give me an angel and take away her wings? I reluctantly sign the papers and as soon as the doctor leaves walk up to the bed. "I'm sorry..." I cry. Like a little kid that lost his mom. "...I'm so sorry, angel..." I fall to my knees and cry some more... You're taken to surgery... the hours pass... I wait patiently... hours later I'm allowed to see you... You're still a little off... Give a weak smile... It quickly fades away when you realize you can't feel your wings. A tear runs down your cheek. "I'm sorry! There wasn't any..." I can't complete the sentence. I'm a crying mess right now... You gently grab my hand and say "It's ok... It's going to be fine..."

One year ago today... My angel got her wings back...