Our Ivy...sweet little buglet that came to us as a youngster, you became such a part of your new daddy's heart, with your beard grooming, the way you'd put your paws on either side of his face to hold him still...the way you wouldn't quarrel no matter how mad any other cat was..how you'd lean into them, moof them, headbump them until they realized you weren't fighting back but loving on them.
Your sweet little meow, the rolling silly slap fights you'd have with Rachel, who became so close you were like sisters (sissy-poos as we called you both). You gave her the friendship she needed to really blossum into the wonderful Rachel she now is.
You were graceful, gentle, a force in a tiny body...firmly the peacemaker
you had a strong will for all your softness.
When we found out you were ill, I realized how the years had flown..there was NO way I saw you as a 12 year old, to me, you were still 4 at most.
I am glad you napped in the sun today, on the windowsill like you loved to do, glad you moofed me as I washed your bottom up (I know grooming there hurt your tummy) and combed your fur. You knew I loved you, but most of all, you knew your daddy adored you.
He cried for you sweet one, and I pray that you and Frankie will keep watch over him, as the
in fur that you now are. Please seek out and find Frankie, give her a wrestling hug and cheek rub and tell her we love you both so much, you are forever in our hearts.
Thank you for all the love you gave,
Your sweet little meow, the rolling silly slap fights you'd have with Rachel, who became so close you were like sisters (sissy-poos as we called you both). You gave her the friendship she needed to really blossum into the wonderful Rachel she now is.
You were graceful, gentle, a force in a tiny body...firmly the peacemaker
you had a strong will for all your softness.
When we found out you were ill, I realized how the years had flown..there was NO way I saw you as a 12 year old, to me, you were still 4 at most.
I am glad you napped in the sun today, on the windowsill like you loved to do, glad you moofed me as I washed your bottom up (I know grooming there hurt your tummy) and combed your fur. You knew I loved you, but most of all, you knew your daddy adored you.
He cried for you sweet one, and I pray that you and Frankie will keep watch over him, as the
Thank you for all the love you gave,
