Run with the wind, Sweetie! Do you suppose you could teach my kitties the "escort visitors to the door when they've overstayed their welcome" trick? What a clever girl you were!
OK, *now* I understand why you called him a giraffe on crack! The fly-by stories are amazing--talk about "you can run but you can't hide!"
I can just *hear* the kennel guy chortling to himself as he went back inside to get Fudgie . . . . and how great for you all that he did!
Could we have some more pictures??
What a sweetie! That collar was gorgeous on her! Anyone else think the expression on her face could be expressed as: "mommmmmmmmmmmm [envision whiny teenie bopper voice here} the elastic on my hat is meant to go *behind* my ears, not over them . . . . moommmmmmmmmmmmm"
. . . . and an immense number of people who can't look at a popsicle anymore without thinking "Jessie and her ice lolly".
Happy birthday, beautiful girl.
Words fail me, but a huge hug for you and yours. I suspect you may be right thinking the girls needed to be together--however, that doesn't do much for your aching hearts right now.
Buttons was greated at the Bridge by Pete, and Ashes, and Squeeker, and Thea, and Rum, and Butter . . . and . . . . and . . . . generations of our kitties. Catnip all around!