Dear Jules,

I know that if you're reading this letter, i've already passed away. I don't know how long I've been gone, but I hope you've been able to begin healing. I know that if I were in your position, it would be hard for me, but you know I've always believed you were the stronger of the two of us.

I bought you a dog, as you can see. Harold Kuphaldt was a friend of my father's, and he's been raising Great Danes since i was a kid. I always wanted one when I was little, but since the house was so small, Mum always said no. They are big dogs, granted, but according to Harold, they're also jsut about the sweetest dogs in the world. I hope you enjog him ( or her ).

I guess I always knew in the back of my head that I wasn't going to make it. I didn't want to think about it, though, because I knew that you didn't have anyone to help you get through something like this. Family, I mean. It broke my heart to think that you would be all alone. Not knowing what else to do, I made arrangements to get you this dog.

If you don't like it, you don't have to keep it, of course. Harold said he'd take it back, no problem. ( His number should be included.)

I hope you're doing alright. Since I got sick, I've worried non-stop about that. I love you, Jules, I really do. I was the luckiest guy in the world when you came into my life. It would break my heart if I thought you'd never be happy again. So please do that for me. Be happy again. Find someone who makes you happy. It might be hard, you might not think it's possible, but I'd like you to try. The world is a better place when you smile.

And don't worry. From wherever I am, I'll watch out for you. I'll be you guardian angel, sweetheart. You can count on me to keep you safe.

I love you,
Jim