Ash was the sweetest girl.  She was my delicate flower.  Not one for confrontation, she refused to participate in the ongoing power struggle between her sister and brother.

Ash was very demanding when it came to 2 things: food and love.  She would let you know, in no uncertain terms, when she thought it was time for a meal.  And if she wanted love, she would force you to pet her, going so far as to pull your hand to her head.

I will miss you, Ash.  You were too good for this world, and you did not deserve such a painful end.  I will keep you in my heart, always, my sweet baby girl.