I can hardly believe it's been 6 months already; 6 months today that my little poopoo-head crossed the bridge. It feels like only yesterday that she was here with me, following me around the house, vehemently meowing at me because I had the audacity to get up and put her off my lap. Ham lived with me during my best and worst times, and most likely taught me more than I ever taught her about tolerance, patience, and unconditional love. Even though I couldn't physically keep her forever, these lessons I can. Thank you, my little poopoo-head, for teaching me to be a better mommy to the boys I have brought into your home, and for making it possible for me to feel the pure joy of loving a cat. Give your sister a lick on the head for me.