We've been through some some tough times.

I've climbed over fences and out of windows with you. Slammed into poles. Braved the rain and hail.

Somehow by a miracle, you've survived this and more. Survived being dropped, hit, and whatever other abuse I put upon you over the years.

So, my dear fuji, it is time you get the rest you deserve. True, you'll be used sparingly, and true, the pictures of yours won't be taken from someone who hopes to emerge as a professional.

But I'm sure we can arrange weekend visits, love.

I'm not abandoning you forever. And if you ever need to cry, I'm here for you. This course of events is not your fault. you have served me well.

So goodbye, my dear fuji. don't consider your new home a banishment, but rather a cozy, albeit dark, place.

Mommy loves you.

<3