We gather here to remember an old friend.
I was close to him; in fact loved him. Oh, he could be fickle. He had an odd way of remembering things. He would sometimes just stop working for awhile. Some of that was probably my fault; I kept giving him more and more. Extensions, Control Panels...you name it. He just couldn't handle all that love.
Even before his death, I could feel my affections changing. His replacement was just too beautiful and powerful. At first, I still used him...yes, I admit it! But only when I absolutely had to. I...I'm not proud of this, but there it is.
Now that he's gone, a part of me will miss him. His quirky grin on startup, his classy platinum garb, his configurable Apple Menu. Still, my new love, OS X, helps to heal the pain.
RIP, OS 9. (And stay dead!)