It was our last perfect day together, a wonderful Saturday in April.
We went to a birthday party, where music was made,
smiles were shared,
and cuddles were plenty.
there were bubbles
and deep thoughts.
We later went to a park, where we basked in the sun,
and yelled at ducks, “bay bee duh!”
On Sunday, she had a bit of a cough, so we canceled our plans. On Monday, she went to the doctor, and then the hospital. On Tuesday, three days after our perfect day, our Madeline was gone.