Poor sweet furry baby. And I see you’re coming up on the first anniversary of her death. I’m sure she had a wonderful home with you.
I still look for her when I come home, in her spot. She was my first, my beloved.
Her ashes are in front of my computer...which was her favorite spot (actually anywhere I was was her favorite spot). I’d look right, she’d go right. I’d look left, she’d go left.
The love never leaves.