With the two year anniversary of my tooth crowning endeavor upon us, I'd like to share a tribute I wrote just a few days before the big day.
A Tribute to a Fallen Comrade
You have been with me since the days of my youth, a brave and mighty soldier enlisted in my oral army.
Throughout the years you grew in strength and stature, a true leader among your peers.
We have shared many a meal together and many a chocolate product.
And whether the obstacle was tough in texture or soft and malleable, your unwavering strength never hesitated in making the most of your ability.
Always one to know your place, you never bit my lip or cheek, unlike some of your more rebellious brothers, nor did you ever object to my ever repetitious mint crunching upon your resilient body.
But somewhere throughout the years, the fiery spirit inside you began to fade.
Somewhere I heard you crying out for help as I drifted off to sleep, too tired to reach for a toothbrush; your one true ally.
I rushed you to aid, to the only ones who could save you. But my efforts were futile.
The decay had taken hold.
Death was imminent.
I laid there powerless as they drilled deep into your core, and all the while you handled it so bravely.
But in the end they told me you could not be saved, that you must be replaced.
Your days on the front lines were over.
As I sat there sadly pondering the good times we'd shared, my grief was further compounded with the knowledge that my lousy insurance will only pay for half of your replacement.
Truly you and I must have shared one cheesecake too many...
So my dear friend, as our days as a team come to an end, know that you will not be forgotten, that your many efforts have not been in vain, and that never a tooth shall be called as sweet as you.