My kittie, the dear, odd, pretty little calico Allie, slipped away last night. She was on the bed with me, she sighed and shivered a bit, then she was gone.
She's gone to be with her bubba and her sissy, all born from the same litter, and my Huckleberry friend Donnie, of that I'm sure. Those three cats loved nothing more than to spend hours jostling on his lap for the best spot. Of course, Donnie loved it most of all.
Now it's just me. The last piece of my life with him is gone.
I'm sad this morning.
taking a break
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