Bootsie Girl

Yesterday, I lost my pal. She was my best girl for 16 years. My confidante, my soft fur to cry in, my ear to listen, my shepoot (Indian for "tail"), my little girl. Words cannot describe how heart broken I am, how I think I hear her mews coming from down stairs. How every morning I would come downstairs, she would be sitting on her chair and would make a little noise and lift her head up further as if to say good morning. Or if I slept later than 8am, she would come upstairs and jump on the bed and put her face up next to mine and just stare at me. Sometimes she would be doing that in the middle of the night because she would want affection, hey, she slept all day and missed mom and dad...Speaking of her daddy...She was most certainly a daddy's girl, she fell head over heels in love with my husband and vice versa. Most of the time she snuggled him at night, and she let him hold her as long as he wanted. I miss her. I am heart broken. I don't feel like moving, I can't let go of her blanket. I can't stop seeing her little face. I keep looking for her in the house. I keep thinking I hear her. I selfishly, want her back.. She was so sick, weighing in at only 7 lbs- she used to be 14lbs. She lost her balance alot, she was in pain, she was sick alot, so I tried to put myself in her place- How would I feel if I was throwing up violently every 3 days? some days she couldn't lift her head off her chair.
Hug your kitty for me(if you have one), I didn't want to let mine go....please say a little prayer for her sweet little soul, she was a good girl, she was my little kee, my doodlebug......