Gone
Five years ago, a small grey super fluffy kitten entered our lives.
She was gentle, caring, affectionate, and loving. She was scared of her own shadow, but so utterly loving that anyone who met her fell in love with her.
Her meow was a strange little thing, and I haven't heard anything else quite like it.
And now... that meow is silent except in memories.
She is gone.
I hate cancer.
She was gentle, caring, affectionate, and loving. She was scared of her own shadow, but so utterly loving that anyone who met her fell in love with her.
Her meow was a strange little thing, and I haven't heard anything else quite like it.
And now... that meow is silent except in memories.
She is gone.
I hate cancer.