For the second time this week, death has taken one of my fur babies. My beautiful Harley kitty, my Christmas Present, my comforter when I had a headache, has crossed over the rainbow bridge. She was just a little all black kitten with beautiful green eyes sitting alone in a cage just before Christmas. I took her home. I called her my Christmas Present. When I had a headache, she would lie next to me on the bed and I would stroke her fur that felt like mink. I would just say her name, and her little eyes would blink happiness at me. She loved her kitty treats, and whenever Id go near the treat drawer, shed do a happy little meow. Now shes gone. Thank you to everyone who tried so hard to help Harley and me. I have a lot of friends in you that Ive never met. My heart is heavy.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 18:47:06 +0000
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