I am sorry you were uprooted, dozed over and broken. I am sorry your little critters had to find a new refuge from the surrounding commercial sprawl. I am sorry that I will no longer be able to take a nap under your shade or be warm in one of your sun spots. I am sorry Jenny will no longer be able to run through your grass. I am sorry I will no longer see your branches change from green to orange to bare to buds. I am sorry that your beauty was wasted as if you no longer had any value. I will miss you.