My sweet girl, how I miss you! Today is five months since we set you free.
I miss the way you used to stare into my face as I was waking up. You patiently waited for our morning game of “pretend crawling’ towards each other. I miss how you snuggled against the back of my knees during the night and that darling little snore. I miss how we watched Netfllix together on long, dark winter evenings.
We greeted each new sunrise together, admiring the beautiful colors splashed on the NYC skyline. You licked my tears when I felt broken. My companion through it all.
You meditated with me. I had the impression that it soothed you too.
We sat in the egg chair in the garden, watching the butterflies flutter by. You barked at Ed’s cats, twice your size. My outspoken, brave, take-no-shit ‘lil feminist! You helped me stand up for myself.
Your fur was so soft. Like a cloud. I miss it. You looked like an angel. How yummy you smelled after a bath. And how I had to chase you through the house to give you one! (little rascal!) hahaha
When you first came into our lives you were so shy. So tiny wrapped in your little pink blanket. But soon enough you became a little terror, stealing your sister Lily’s toys. All of them. And her blanket. She was so patient with you.
When she passed, you mourned her deeply. You seemed lost. I was too. That’s when I got you (who I am I kidding? us) the pouch! From then on you became my little Joey, peeking out of the pouch to check out the world while pressed tightly against my heart.
You were an amazing companion.
Thank you for your support and unconditional love. I will never forget you, my “meeceepoo”