Dear 3rd molar on the left jaw,
Losing you has been painful. Very painful. I couldn't eat or sleep properly when the realisation set in that I would be losing you soon (which is why I had to let go of you actually) and it will be a while before I can do that. You have left behind a huge gap in my life (and the left jaw) . More sadly it can't be filled as of now.
I can't thank you enough for having kept my company for these 20 odd years. I can half imagine the euphoric scenes when you raised your little head and everybody cried out 'Look the baby's got a tooth'. Tears came to my eyes when I saw you lying today coated with blood, wrapped in cotton, the black shadow of bacterial decay eclipsing your beautiful white built. Maybe the grind (and chew) of day to day life got to you. Or maybe it was just the evil mess food.
So long 3rd molar. Your other molar (and incisor) friends will have a tough time without you, so will I. Hope you reach your ivory white heaven for the service you provided during your lifetime.
PS: Agent Mulder, The tooth is out there. (I have vowed not to improve.)
Very soon I will have FAQ's on everything you wanted to know about tooth pulling but were afraid to ask.Wait.