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Missing Aimee
A fuzzy photo, of a fuzzy little lady. I wish I had a better one. All the others, though, are on film, and she looks PO'd (as cats often do, in photos), because I hadn't quite figured out how to take good photos of cats yet...
The problem for me, really, about not having any furry companions of my own, is that I get incredibly attached to everybody else's... My tears for Aimee are done for the moment, but the next time I walk into my inlaws' house, there won't be a little stripey brown kitty there to greet me...
( Warning: 8 years of memories ahead. It is a journal, after all, and memories fade after a while, but written stuff stays. As sad as the memories are right now, I don't want to lose this. )
The problem for me, really, about not having any furry companions of my own, is that I get incredibly attached to everybody else's... My tears for Aimee are done for the moment, but the next time I walk into my inlaws' house, there won't be a little stripey brown kitty there to greet me...
( Warning: 8 years of memories ahead. It is a journal, after all, and memories fade after a while, but written stuff stays. As sad as the memories are right now, I don't want to lose this. )