Eulogy

The house seems empty without her. I can't go downstairs without feeling like something's wrong. Coming home, coming through the door is weird because she's not rushing up to greet us, and begging for food.

Fammy has started making herself at home in the places KB used to be. She's taken to sitting between us when we're watching TV. It's nice. But it's not the same.

( A little person with a tail )

ETA: I've uploaded a bunch more pics of her and the others in my Furbabies gallery. There are a few more to come.