Darn it.
17 years is a long time to love a cat. RIP under the potato vine, Charlotte. I miss you terribly, Puffle. I keep expecting you to haul yourself up on the bed. Or come running because you’ve heard me open the refrigerator door. Or to cause a ruckus with Al and Rudy. Oh dear. I wish you could come back, Goose. I wish you were here.
3. August 2009 at 00:57
Lovely pix of Charlotte when she was healthy. Beautiful eyes. She knew how much you loved her and she counted on you being with her until the end, which you were. You were always there for her. Even now. And she is resting in peace.