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Part of me wants to get those horrid things out of my house!
When I was at home, and asleep or otherwise unavailable for door duty, a window between the bedroom and back porch stayed open for Weasie. Numerous slats of the window blind were knocked askew or broken outright over the years. A large section of the screen was pulled loose from its frame a long time ago, from her plucking it to get my attention after finding the window shut. I have no intention of replacing either until I move away. They remind me of her and will already be broken in for her eventual successor.
I can no longer drink chocolate milk My Friskie used to LOVE to share chocolate milk with me. I couldn't even get it made before he would start dipping his paw into the glass to have a sip I would make it sometimes even if I really didn't want it just so I could share a little glass with him just because he loved it so. Now on the rare occasion that I have some it just makes me sad - it lacks the slight taste of kitty feet.
Another memory of my Friskie - or Kitty Puss as he was better known. There was a chair that used to sit in my living room by the front door that he could sit on the back of and look out the front window. EVERY TIME I would pull into my drive way I would see his face in that window. EVERY TIME. It was the hardest thing the get used to after he passed. It's going on 3 1/2 years. I still miss his face in that window. ( tear )
That chair is gone - it was old and ugly. We got rid of it when we repainted last summer. I can't bring myself to replace it. No Kitty Puss to sit in the window - no need for a new chair. Now there is just an empty space by my door infront of his window.
Every day I am thankful for each and all of my kitties. Regarding the one who was my heart I am thankful that I had him for as long as I did.
For me anyway, your topic, which I just found today, was not depressing, it was affirming. Yes, some, or maybe one, has touched us more than others. But there are always more kitties out there who need to be loved.
I believe that these triggers happen as a means to keep their spirit alive.
GoGuy, I didn't even know Weasie but I think of her often! She lives on in the hearts and mind of others. That's why I love reading stories on CD about people's furry children.
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My Friskie used to LOVE to share chocolate milk with me. I couldn't even get it made before he would start dipping his paw into the glass to have a sip 
I would make it sometimes even if I really didn't want it just so I could share a little glass with him just because he loved it so. Now on the rare occasion that I have some it just makes me sad - it lacks the slight taste of kitty feet.
