Barked: Sat Nov 10, '12 9:47am PST |
 |  |  |  | I loved being brushed and at one time I even had a shirt that said I know I'm fabulous. Mom always took care to brush gently over the scar on my shoulder where I had been shot. When I moved in with my family we had three tom cats but one died. We made up this fun game where I would play bow to them and give a low playful "woof" the cats would arch up and hiss at me and swat and I would bark. It was the only time I ever barked was to play with them. While the others in my pack might be barking at the neighbors dogs I would lay and watch them. I knew better than to bark. I was grandma to Tundra's pup Cheveyo and to Tank. I know how much mom misses me. She talked to me yesterday and cried,today she got the call from the vet who cremated me and my ashes are ready for her to come get. I know she will feel better when she has my urn. She wants to know if anyone thinks its silly or wrong for her to want to wear some of my ashes in a pendant around her neck. My aunt Mary and my human brother Andy want some of me too. Is it wrong? |  |  |  |  |
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