Is it really two years?

Our last photo together, before we left for the vet......

I came across this series of photo's, taken a couple of weeks before. Scooter knew, I think, that his sister was leaving.....

 FLUFFY

gorgeous PRINCESS of cats

Wednesday March 23rd 1993 around 10am

to

Monday December 13th 2010 around 9.30am

You of the fluffy toes, the toe fur never trimmed, all cheesy,

you batted at your siblings as they walked under your chair and then looked like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth,

you stalked invisible assassins in paper bags,

and hugged behind my knees, under the sheets- sshhh! 

you played with the tinsel,

you lay belly up under the Christmas tree, cooing up at the twinkling lights.

Soft as the snowflakes you bit out of the air,

 if snow could ever be warm and lovely.

Rest in peace, in love, fun and sunshine, 

my beautiful sweetpea.

And so. 2 years for sweet Fluffy.
12 weeks, 3 days for Scooter.
Still crying every day.
Hard to believe there was ever a time I wasn't grieving.