Our little old lady cat, Snowball, died last Tuesday. We had her for almost 18 years. She really wanted to be an "only cat" but she learned to share her home with our other little guys, Ozzie and Pippi...they were there, what can you do? Most of all, however, she really loved us. A lap was the best thing, and tucking her head into the crook of your arm while on the lap was heaven.
Our little concrete pets now keep her company. Someday that orange tree will be bearing great juice oranges. That will be cool. And Snowball will always be tucked in our heart. Liesel, Mom and Dad