since PJ and I said goodbye..... and not a day goes by that I don't think about each and everyone of them. I miss the singing in the shower, the games of hide & seek and catch the mouse.... I even miss the loud howls that told me hurry up and feed me lady...... and the furballs that would manage to accumulate no matter how much I vacumed... still I have the dog..... but he's far to big to snuggle in a lap..... not quite as cute, and let's face it, cat lovers know that dogs are just no where near as smart... :~) My husband doesn't want any new animals right now..... and it's killing me. :~( I keep threatning to come home with one, but I'm not quite ready to face the arguments I'll get. I've heard it said that they never really leave.... (it's true, they are buried in my heart so deep), but also that their souls will come back to you in a new body..... I'm waiting ....... desperately waiting for a stray to find me.... hurry back PJ, you're the one I miss the most...... PJ.... about a year before his death in 2002..... dreaming..

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