7/98 to 9/28/09

i have a severe ache in my heart today. the inside of my body feels cold. my house is quieter than normal. there is a sweet presence that is missing.

she was the most beautiful cat i have ever seen and she was mine.

i loved the way she looked in the sunlight. her eyes were so green.

she loved to nuzzle my pony tail.

when we petted her, she was so happy that she drooled all over.

she used to love it when eric would play his acoustic guitar. she was always right there, listening.

i loved it when she sat behind our heads on the couch cushion. she was so warm and furry.

i loved how sometimes she would stretch her arm out and rest it on our shoulders.

often times she would come into hailey’s room and lay on her bed for storytime.

she just wanted to lay right next to us, as close as possible.

she always loved to sit in-between eric and i. she didn’t know what to do with herself if we were sitting too far apart.

we always had to yell at her to get off of the table, or any other high up place where she wasn’t allowed to be. she was such a pain. such a beautiful, furry, lovable pain.

i loved her “pile of paws” when she would lay with her arms and legs stretched out and her paws would all touch.

she loved to play with milk carton rings. we would find many of them under the couch, refrigerator and oven.

sometimes she would pull out dust bunnies for me from underneath the oven.

she always chewed off ollie’s eyebrows. i have no idea why.

she always ran upstairs for “bedtime”. if we weren’t upstairs in the bedroom at bedtime and she
had fallen asleep, she would meow and sleepily walk down the stairs, wondering where we were.

she loved to snuggle under the comforter on the bed.

she loved to wedge herself into tiny places and take cat naps.

you could always find her curled up in a little warm ball. my little warm ball of fur.

i loved how she would let out a huge sigh if i let her lay on me. she was so content.

i loved rubbing my thumbs over her eyes when they were closed.

i loved feeling her soft fur on my lips and my nose and my cheeks, even if she gave me the worst allergies i have ever suffered.

i loved the way she would beg to come up onto my lap. she would stand against whatever chair i was in and paw at me and meow.

all that she wanted was to feel our love.

right now, i’m not sure what to do without my little kitty girl around.

and you can read this if you want to know what happened.