I still miss that big white fluffball to this day, but the sad memories of her last few weeks have receded to the background, and the happy memories of all the funny little things she did--like tapping my on the face in the morning when she wanted to be fed, or crawling across the floor as flat as any 20-lb. cat ever could whenever she heard thunder or fireworks--have resumed their place in the fore. Just as it should be.
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Ms. Christopher was always a sweet yet peculiar cat, even when she was only 8 weeks old and could recline quite comfortably on my chest beside her sister Lottie. Her beauty and peculiarities combined to make her all the more endearing, an eccentric diva.
I am happy that you can bask in the glow of treasured happy memories now. It is hard to forget the painful end, but it is so uplifting to recall the joy. I am sure Ms. Christopher still comes to call at HMB.
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