by Mary
We've lost three wonderful friends this year. Annie was the first. She adopted us the day we moved into our house in 1986. She was a beautiful calico, abandoned by her previous owners. She lived with us until this summer when she decided it was her time and she went off to the woods to go to sleep. Dancer was the second. She, too, came us in 1986. She was brought to the animal shelter injured. She had just had her leg operated on and even so, jumped from the floor to my shoulder and said, "I'm coming home with you!" She was mine from the start and I still miss her. Today we lost our third friend. Pooh was only 3 and a gorgeous long-haired manx the color of a creamsicle. I just came home from the vet after taking my two older kids to say goodbye before the vet did what he had to do. Poor Pooh lost a fight against kidney disease. I don't know what else to say except I miss my kitties.