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Mitzi died. She jumped! I feel bad. I wish she would have told me she didn't like her new bowl. Her favorite color was red and she hated men. Mr. Rochester died in pursuit of her love but she always ran from him. But she loved no fish and me to herself and her own bowl with her red stones and a opal egg. My sister bought her a boot which was suitable for sleeping but she found it tacky so I removed. She was very paticular. Some would say a diva. But to me she just knew what she liked and what she didn't. She was confident and independent and lived a good life. I don't know what made her job. I think it may have been the bowl. But why didn't she just say so! Why didn't she just tell me! She knows how much I love her I would have done anything to make her happy. Did she miss Mr. Rochester? Did her bowl feel empty without him? It's such a tragic loss and no one will ever know what we shared during our four months together. But she lived a good life. And we learned a lot from each other. And now I will never be able to finish my portrait of her. I don't even have a picture!