A memory. That's what we have left. It all happened so fast. No matter what the decision was... it wouldn't be one that we would ever want.
For 17 years she was with me. 11 years with us.
Through everything.
She had the world's most beautiful fur coat.
She could purr like a little locomotive.
I miss walking in the door and she's not there to greet us.
I miss her in the morning. Cat napping in the sunshine.
I miss that living, breathing soul that was here all the time.
She's in the hands above. At peace.
Catching up with her Cousin Almay.
And her long, lost pal... Miss Moppet.
I miss her.
More than words can say.
... xoxo.
