I miss the click, click, click of her nails on the floor. I’d much rather wake up to her meow (that sounded more like a duck’s quack), than to the cold and empty beep of an alarm clock. Her soft fur (which she loved to have brushed), her quiet demeanor (she slept a lot and when she was awake she was very laid back), her devotion (she was always a few steps away) -what`s not to love?
I`m sad to wake up and not find her sleeping interweaved in my arms and I’m sad to come home and not find her welcoming me with a ‘where’s my dinner?’ meow and a roll onto her back awaiting a tummy rub.
I hope she didn’t suffer.
Thank you Frances for all the joy you brought me. But most of all, thank you for taking care of Michel and for being his most faithful companion. 17 years until death do you part. You’ve set an honorable standard.