She loved me like no other. She was the sweetest, gentlest, most loving kitty I have never known. She loved to snuggle with me when I sat down and slept next to me, or on my head every single night. I could stare into her big bright eyes and know what she was thinking and feeling. And she could stare into mine and tell me she loved me with just one look. When she was relaxed her little tongue would stick out- it's so cute- I miss that. She loved ponytails. She could find them anywhere in the house and they always ended up in her food bowl or water. I never knew I could love something so much. She gave me back that love 10X. She never did anything wrong and was the perfect kitty. She loved everyone and especially me. She or God chose me to be her mommy and I loved her for 15.5 years. I wish I had longer. She was my soulmate and she loved me unconditionally. She looked forward to me coming home every day and I couldn't wait to see her every day. She was the light of my life and everything I could have ever hoped to have in my first Kitty. There is no other like her- she changed my world and my heart. I no longer felt lonely and she gave me a purpose in life- It was a privilege and honor to take care of her- she made it easy. I miss her sweet little kisses and her little sounds she would make. When she was younger she would lay down behind my back and just back up so that her back was touching my back. And then when she got sicker at the end she got more and more attached to me. She had to be either sleeping right next to my head or my face or she would sleep on my chest. I cherish those memories of how she liked to snuggle with me. I miss them. She was so loving to her kitty sisters and brother ( Mr. Weasley passes away about 12 years ago). She had a few scares- her tummy being cut open and possibly swallowing easter lily leaves, but she made it through those and I will forever be grateful I got extra years with her. Her soul just knew what I needed and she was sent to me to fill a place in my life that was lonely. She had the cutest smile and most living little pokes at me when she wanted me to get up in the morning. Waking up every morning is torture now because she's not there to wake me up. I cherish every memory and am grateful for every thing she has taught me. The thing I miss the most is cuddling with her. The last week of her life was a winter storm in Texas and we spent every waking minute practically huddled under covers when we didn't have heat. I know she was tired and I think the week was hard on her, but I cherish being able to snuggle with her in my jacket and carrying her around while doing things and having her close to my heart. She will never know how much I loved her and how much I will always miss her. I can't wait to see her again at the Rainbow Bridge. Then she'll be in my arms forever.