The year was 1995, when I first met her. I fell in love at first sight. We became friends and things matured and we went on our first date. Soon afterwards, I started to fall deeper in love and we saw more of each other.
I took her all around town. Far and close we traveled together and many places we visited. We zoomed across many towns & cities. Camping was also among our activities together. We even went to school & work together.
Years later, her health has been affected her in various ways. Even though she was not in good condition and despite my daily schedules, I still tried to take care of her the best can. I took her to see the doctor and paid for all kinds of remedy and procedural expenses.
On March 24, 2008 as we were commuting like every morning, suddenly she was hit from the front. She suffered severe frontal and some internal damages. I took her to the hospital and as she stayed in the critical care unit, I consulted with the doctors on a daily basis about her condition as it was really critical. The doctors couldn't start any procedures until everything was clear and that they would have absolute positive results.
Then after 2 weeks, on April 4, I learnt she would not make it and the doctors are not able to provide further care for her condition is worsening day by day. I reasoned and tried every alternative way to revive her health. I persuaded and pleaded with the surgeons to carry on the revival.
I took her home for a few days and spent our last times together. Unfortunately, the hopeless journey had to finally come to an end. After I walked the last mile with her, she breathed her last prior to our adieus. I laid her to rest as she awaits the tow truck. Sadly, I will be forever separated from my love...my Madza 626, Born on December 1995 and died on April 11, 2008. May she rest in peace.
Thank you for reading this. Please note, this isn't intended for any pun of any sort and not directed to anyone. Just my reminiscence of my car.
