Goodbye little friend

It's the hardest thing in the world that we've ever had to do.

We had to say good-bye to our K.B. today. She was the most lovable kitty that we'd ever known and we served as her staff for 15 of her 17 year life. No longer will I walk in the back door with her waiting by her food bowl to be fed and then follow me around waiting for that warm lap. No longer will she curl up on our warm flannel sheets for a nap while she waited for Dee to come home at lunch to supply her with warm laundry for the afternoon. No longer will she purr up a storm while having her chin scratched. She won't chase a little laser dot around the living room, either. She won't, but she will. She is firmly entrenched in our memories. She will always be the sweet charmer whom even those who are not cat fans liked.

We would have gotten in trouble with Dee's folks if we had ever not shown up for a weekend in Oregon with our well-traveled feline companion in tow. She put on a few miles, over 2100 across the country back in 2002 when we moved west. Probably another 90-some trips back and forth to Eugene for Thanksgiving, Christmas, Easter, summer, spring, fall, whenever. She endured those trips, but as a family member, she had to go. And now she did.

This is admittedly not eloquent and can not begin to describe the hole in hearts. It's just meant to tell you we were so fortunate to have her with us.