...it's all about Mousie and my memories of her.
On this overcast London day, I think about how I would let her out in the back garden. She would have a quick poke around, hide under the garden table and then quickly dart back in to the house, triumphant. And she would leave here cute, slightly mud stained kitty paw prints on the kitchen floor!
Awww. Purrs to you.
(((hugs))) Loss is so hard to bear.
She left mud-stained paw prints on your heart! She'll always be there for you.
Memories are good.
Dearest Rosie,I didn't know about Mousie until tonight, but I'm hurting along with you. Mousie was so much fun, especially with your louche attitude added. I can't tell you how many times I got grumbled at for laughing at you two.My deepest sympathies to you, my dear, and remember...as long as they live in our hearts, they aren't really gone.
we sees she wuz into fashion mags
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