Skeeter

Almost 16 years ago a petite and feisty calico came into our lives. My late husband named her Skeeter. She had a habit of zipping around our ankles when she was waiting for food. She reminded him of a little mosquito buzzing around our ankles. My husband passed less than a year later, and Skeeter was a constant calming presence during that time. Over the years she provided such joy and companionship. On the last evening of her life, she jumped into my lap and settled in, leaning against me. I wrapped my arms around her and heard her always loud purr. Neither one of us knew that in a few short hours she would cross the Rainbow Bridge, suddenly and unexpectedly. I like to think she is with her "dad" now, weaving herself around his ankles once again. I love you and miss you. Rest well my baby girl.