My sweet baby girl left us in her sleep last night. Words cannot describe how broken and ecstatic I am. I miss the days when we had the Christmas tree up and Whisper would dash up it to hide from my 5 year-old self, chasing her and all you would see is her ecstatic little face and her small little head poking out. I miss the days when I would chase her around the house until I could pick her up and hold her... But then she would probably scratch me then I would let her go. I miss the mornings when I would come downstairs to see Whisper propped up sitting on the couch cushion staring out the window at all of the little birds taunting her. I miss the mornings when I would come downstairs and take the end of her little toy and drag it around watching her pounce on it like she was a lion attacking it's prey. I miss the days when I would sit on my bed and watch her hop into her little build-a-bear bed (that she stole from one of my stuffed animals) and making musicallys until it was time to go eat. I miss the days when I would see her sit in her bed with her little paws hanging off the side of it like she was trying to shake my hand. I miss the days when she would come up to my bedside table and stick her head in my water cup and drink all of my water. She was with me longer than any friend I have ever known. She dealt with my 5 year-old self trying to pick her up 24/7, and me wanting a friend when no one else was available. She helped me through procrastinating school work, friend problems, and my short 3 year-old's attention span.
I hope she knew that I loved her very, very much. And that she was the best cat any person could ask for.
I love you Whispies.
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