Miss Her Much

It’s been a year now since she moved on from this plane. I miss the sound of her little paws racing down the hall, coming to greet me whenever I return home. Part of me longs to get another feline companion, yet part of me feels it’s too soon and fears going through the trauma of loss again. They don’t live as long as us and I’m still young enough to out live another furry friend. Maybe I’ll wait until I’m 60 to bring one home again. We’re bound to leave this world together then…or at least I won’t be too far behind. For now though, my heart still aches from the loss and yet longs for the void to be filled. I think I’ll always miss my little buttercup but it’s still too soon for me to move on.

The Absence of Paw & Purr

Sasha Bordeaux

May 17, 2002 – August 14, 2016

To the sweetest creature who filled us with tenderness and affection. You gave us 14 wonderful years. The warmth of your paw, the nuzzle of your little pink nose and the sound of your soothing purr will be deeply missed. The silence from your absence is deafening inside these four walls. Rest peacefully my tender sweet bohemian kitty for you will always be our “little buttercup”.  😢