My little Tooterhead girl, I can hardly bear to think that your sweet presence no longer fills the rooms of this lonely house. I miss your wake-up call, and your soft body on my lap and in my arms. You were my talkin’ girl, my little pufferbelly, my sweetpie girl and my smart baby catgirl. How many times did I tell you to “let mom fix it” and you would wait patiently for me to take care of whatever was needed? Seeing you feeling so poorly in the last few weeks has been so hard to bear, and it broke my heart that your recovery was just not meant to be. When I knew you had lost your sight and your sureness, I knew that “mom could just not fix it.” How I hated to watch the life leave your little body, but it was the last thing I could do for you, our last ride to the vet. Thank you for letting me weep into your fur and urge your spirit to “fly away!” I will meet you someday at the bridge my little sweet Tooter. Until then, I will remember the precious gift of you and try to smile.
Love you forever,
| Tooter |
| 1, Aug 2007 |
| Kathy in Washington |