There were a lot of things at the end that I didn't love about my cat. Things I knew I wouldn't miss, and I know that makes me sound like a meanie. But there were just as many things about her that I did love, and they are things I find myself missing. A lot.
Her lounging on my bed, open to a belly rub.
Her loving to sit in open windows, sniffing the air.
Her being near me, no matter where I was in the house. And usually waiting somewhere near the front door when I walked in from work.
Always near me. She knew I was her person.
The silly ways and places she would nap.
Her calm and sweet demeanor.
Her helpfulness with laundry.
Her loyalty to me when I was recovering from knee surgery.
Her gently inquisitive ways. She wouldn't even hurt a hamster...
Just sweet, gentle, unassuming, and perfect for all of us.
I miss her.
