I was in despair for a few hours yesterday. My second-best friend fell ill! My heart was broken.
Without warning, Edgar up and got sick on me. I had to call the doctor, who promptly came and took him away.
Lost and alone, I wandered around not knowing what to do with myself. Life is not the same when Edgar is not around. It was like having my right arm removed. How could I face life without him a part of it? Edgar plays a huge role in my life. Without him, I don't know what I'd do.
Fortunately, the extremely efficient doctor returned a fit and well Edgar to me four hours later.
Edgar was just a little burned out. After having a new pace-maker fitted, Edgar is back as good as new, for now. With his new CPU fan fitted, he’s keeping his cool. I know his age is against him, but he has been a true, loyal friend who has taken everything I’ve given him with little complaint, even those times I’ve verbally abused him for being a bit slow. At least, I’ve never raised my hand to him, nor have I thrown anything at him.