Mattymatt
Imperfectly Perfect
Today I am missing my cat really badly. Her name was Ashley and she gave me 18 wonderful years. She died last fall from diabetic complications and age. She was an amazing kitty that was my constant companion, and oftimes, caregiver. She used to meow at me when it was time for bed or time for me to take my medicine. If I got up in the middle of the night she would cock one eye open as if to say, "Boy, go back to sleep." If I was upset or sad, she would groom my arms as she would to an upset kitten. When I came home from work, she was always happy to see me. I'm still kind of grieving as I was hoping to have her as I recover from gastric bypass surgery. Instead, I am on my own.