My husband always called her "The Buff" and said she was the best cat in the world. I called her "Precious Girl." She also had a nickname, "Missy Lou" for no particular reason, it just seemed to fit. She was a very special gift that came into our lives and we never once took her for granted.
To my Buffy: I'll miss you something awful sweet girl, you know that. I'll miss the way we would snuggle and you would put your little head up to my lips for kisses (you never seemed to get enough, and neither did I). And I'll miss the sweet way you would give me and your daddy eye sugar (only we three know what that is). I'll never forget how you brightened our lives and made us laugh for over 14 years - chirping with your stuttering little mouth at the birdies that seemed to taunt you as you watched from your perch, swatting at fluttering bugs on the other side of the window, scaring Wags with your batting paws on top of his head. He'll miss you, too; and Punkin and Tom will miss you. Most of all your daddy and I already have a hole in our hearts that looks like a miniature you. Come to me in my dreams sweet girl, I'll be waiting there.
To my Buffy: I'll miss you something awful sweet girl, you know that. I'll miss the way we would snuggle and you would put your little head up to my lips for kisses (you never seemed to get enough, and neither did I). And I'll miss the sweet way you would give me and your daddy eye sugar (only we three know what that is). I'll never forget how you brightened our lives and made us laugh for over 14 years - chirping with your stuttering little mouth at the birdies that seemed to taunt you as you watched from your perch, swatting at fluttering bugs on the other side of the window, scaring Wags with your batting paws on top of his head. He'll miss you, too; and Punkin and Tom will miss you. Most of all your daddy and I already have a hole in our hearts that looks like a miniature you. Come to me in my dreams sweet girl, I'll be waiting there.
