My little familiar left this world before she even really had a chance to explore it. Although I don’t have any photographs of her left her image is burned into my memory as a tiny orange black and white furball with a gravelly voice and a fierce desire to snuggle on Sunday mornings. I’m posting this tribute eight years after her passing because I still miss her so much.
Karin
| Patches |
| 30, Aug 1992 |
| Karin |