She walked right into the Kind Heart Trap behind the Race Trac gas station on Gandy and right into my heart where she's purred for the last seventeen years. She was the best mom a kitten could have. She has saved me over and over with her sweet company. Now we're nearing a parting. She lost her eyesight two days ago. Worse, that's a sign that her kidneys are failing. Meantime, she's as loving as ever and her appetite, as usual, is just fine.
Goodbye is not my strong suit. You'd think by now I would be the king of the stuff.
The best lessons in real love come in tiny, furry containers.