She loved a plain paper bag to play with and of course loved to read the mail with me laying her body across the pile so that we could play instead. I loved to watch her take an afternoon nap in the sunlight. And we shared the not so good times. When I suffered my heart attack, she was there, all warm and cuddly - far better than any medicine a doctor could prescribe. She had her own medical difficulties - 3 separate colon surgeries.
People come and go in our lives.
But she was always there. Unconditional love in it's purest form. I don't know how I will go on without her. Her cold nose kissing mine. Her soft snore at night.