My morning friend

Goodbye, dear friend.

It's hard to say goodbye to the only thing that could make me happy at 7a.m. 

Your loud "grrrrrr" will now be replaced with an all too quiet silence.

I fought for you. Promise.

Your other master came home with a brand new, quieter version of you. He said it was consistent when you had a finicky reputation. This upset him, but to me it was your personality showing through. 

Truth be told...your replacement is ugly. Sure it's bigger, but we all know bigger isn't always better. 

Our decision to give you away came down to one simple test. Speed. 

Winner takes all.

I challenged your male master to a race between you and his new replacement.

After a loud "grrr" you started off in the lead. I was so sure you'd pull through.

It was with utter dismay that I noticed the new version had 4 streams to your one. 

It was catching up quick.

Suddenly, my world turned to slow motion. As you puttered to an end, you did your usual victory shake. This time things were different...you shook so hard my cup fell off and coffee spilled all over the floor.

In a race where only first place and a nice brewed coffee matters, you had clearly lost.

I had no coffee to show.

I understand you're tired ol' pal and need a good spot to retire. Maybe an occasional coffee drinker or even an owner who can bring back your vigor.

There were many sleepless night I found my refuge in your "grrrr" and  smell. You let me push your buttons and liked it. Your memory will live on every morning when I gaze at your disproportionate replacement.

Thank you and God speed my friend. You will be missed.