In Loving Memory Of My Honey Cat
Honey with the ceramic cat that reminds me of her.
Last night was the first in 13 years I feel asleep without Honey at my side. She never actually slept with me. She just sat beside me on my bed for a few minutes and looked down at me with so much love in her eyes. Then she’d go under my bed and sleep right beneath my head. Maybe that was her way of sleeping with me.
Honey came to live with me 13 years ago and brought her kids — Katie and Winston — with her. They were kittens at the time and came from a horrible high-kill shelter in southern Virgina. They were supposed to go to my rescue’s shelter. But Honey was very sick, so they came here as fosters until she was well. Happily for me, they never left.
Memories Are Made Of This…