My dearest
Cannula,
I am so sorry that I killed you today. I did not mean to!
I had doubted you, when I should not have. I am sorry that I subjected you to the Aqua Regia. It was a moment of stupidity and profound pain for me; after all, have you not served me well these past three years? And how it pains me to think that I reward your enduring, unending service by stripping your insides with harsh corrosives!
I will avenge you, dearest. Your death was needless, but it will not be in vain! The laser shall pay for making me distrust you!
Good night, sweet cannula, and flights of angels sing thee to thy rest!
Love,
Me