Clark woke me up this morning to let me know Mimi had passed away during the night. I wasn’t surprised, but it still hurt so much. She was a great cat, a beautiful and gentle soul, who deserved a much better end than this. I keep hearing her little squeaky meow and catching glimpses of her from the corner of my eye when I’m walking through the house. When I turn into the driveway I look to the front windows and then the den window along the drive, expecting to see "Her Mimi-ness" sitting there, waiting for me to get home. I know she was technically my daughter’s cat, but we had bonded so much this last summer. Whenever I sat down in one of the den’s recliners, Mimi would be right there to sit between my legs. At night or if I lay down for a nap during the day, she would come into our bedroom, hop on the bed, and then walk up my side from my ankles all the way to my shoulders, then she would sniff at my hair, turn around and settle down on my hip, a warm heavy comfortable weight. I miss her so much. I only hope that wherever Mimi is now that there is a sunny window ledge for her and she’s soaking up the rays.¡Hasta pronto, mis amigos!
~N
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