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Our Beloved Peaches
There will never be another
like her 4-13-91 to 5-23-08
On a cold day she came and brought
warmth to our hearts for 17 Christmas's
I remember when we got Peaches.
We got her the youngest. Her little claws were little
needles in my hand. There was something special about
her from the beginning. She made herself extra comfortable
in bed with us, cuddling up and purring loudly. And
when you hugged her, you knew she loved it and didn't
want to leave. I forged a bond with Peaches when she
was a kitten and she brought me endless hours of "peace
of mind". I've always been the flighty, nervous type
and our other cats are like that. But with Peaches,
it was ultimate calm. And all the other girls love to
be with her, so Mary called her "Mama Peach," and also
"Moey" or "Mojo." Whenever I returned home, I could
always count on Peaches keeping my soft feather pillow
warm. She was as soft as a pillow and when I was a long
ways away, Mary would tell me that she was waiting for
me on my pillow and I'd miss her. Then she'd put the
phone to her ear and Peaches when I said hello, she'd
make he familiar little response: "Wa-wa?" It sounded
like a question, like she was asking: what are you doing
or when will you be back. Because Peaches was all about
love. She purred extra loud when Ashley, Softy, Ninny
or Kellie kissed her(licked her face). Grandma for kellie
And she was there waiting for me when I went to bed,
plush and soft, and then the purring began, louder than
you'd ever heard before. She was always there just above
my pillow between Mary and I, purring, when I awoke
every morning. Always too heavy, Peaches loved to eat,
and helped herself to dry crunchy food quite often during
the day. In the morning she'd wait patiently for her
soft canned food. While "Ninny" cried and led the way
to the kitchen, always checking to see if I was behind
her, and even following me over to the counter where
she stood beside me while I opened the can, But Peaches
just waited patiently. After all the others had eaten
a little and stepped away, Peaches would stay there
and finish most of it up. She loved that canned cat
food that smelled something like fish. Peaches was smart.
You could see it in her quiet regard, the depth of her
eyes, the sounds she made. She wasn't anxious to leave
when she made herself comfortable somewhere. She'd lay
on her back next to you and even after an hour, you'd
never want to let her go, but eventually you went to
sleep and woke up to another perfect day with the most
perfect pet.
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