Jessie, I remember when we brought you home and you were so tiny. That weekend we took you to the PetSmart photography studio and I had a coupon for one free picture, but your pictures were so cute that the studio talked your Mom's Mom into buying a package of photos worth almost a hundred dollars. I still have one on the fridge. I remember when you learned to climb in the fridge. You knocked half the contents out and when Mom's Mom came over and asked why I was so tired from doing "nothing" all day I had to explain. |
I remember how much Grandpa loved Halloween and when he came over to put black and orange streamers over the easy chair. I warned him you would somehow pull them down even though the ceiling was several feet above the easy chair. By the next morning they were hanging down in vertical lines.
I remember how until your "hand-paws" got arthritic you always preferred to scoop your food up and eat it off your paws rather than put your face in the bowl.
Mostly, I remember holding hands-paws, with you and you letting me gaze deeply into your eyes even though most cats might have taken that as a challenge. I remember you jumping up in the chair with me to keep me company whether I was on the phone or just hanging out with you or other people. I remember you sleeping in bed with me. I remember you helping me greet visitors at the door and many people remarking as to what a friendly sweet cat you were. You always watched out for me.
I am so glad that the morning after you went from this world, when I heard scratching in your cat box and it made me cry so hard I could barely breath, your Grandpa appeared in the corner of the room and you jumped into his arms and he took you away to be with him. Thank you for being my cat and loving me. I will love you forever, Jess.