Obituaries

Ginger never realized that she was, in fact, a cat. She thought she was a princess & she did as she pleased. She ate like a bird & squeaked like a mouse. She never once covered her poo & if you tried picking her up you risked losing a limb. She sure did know how to love, though. Her little head butts & love bites, the way she’d make biscuits on my tummy, and when I laid my head near her, she’d lick me & groom my hair. I’m sure going to miss you, girl. The longest relationship I’ve ever had.