Small, she's naught but a handful of silky fluff and some porcelain bones now. We have to lift her up to bed, she can't make the jump anymore.But her fierce, determined little heart, still beats its untamed tempo.
Soon she will walk by herself.
Soon she will walk by herself.
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I want to wish you courage and comfort. Death is OK. I almost died once; no prob. Please love your girl, and then when she's gone... keep loving her. Beautiful kit-kit.
xoxo
By the way, the Little Pink Socks are seriously shabby. Very chintzy. You can throw yours out.
She's obviously comfortable, if very sleepy, and has lived a dynamite cat life. She'll be back in some other form and you'll recognize her, as she will you. Spooky, but true.
Cookie, oh yes, that's a given. (I'm keeping the socks)
Zoomie, I hope so, blue eyes and all.
They walk right into your heart and never leave.
Even when they pass on, they stay in your heart forever.
But they leave these dirty great holes in the heart Lee, but unfillable holes.
Sweet Small, she'll be in our hearts forever. I know what you're going through, I truly do. It's worth it, though, to have these angels in our lives, however briefly.
E, I know you know, it's terribly weepworthy isn't it?
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