Life of the Lintee Bean

I miss waking up each morning and looking over to see Monet sitting on my chest near the window.

I miss Lovey throwing her front legs around my neck so we could “dance” together.

I miss Molly’s little face peeking up over the kitchen counter.

I miss Elsinore licking the white vase.

I miss Meow Meow gumming my arm when she got over-excited.

I miss watching Latifah eat her food enthusiastically, bopping other cats on the head to get theirs.

I miss giving Afer sub-q fluids while she purred and rolled over so I could rub her belly.

I miss coming home each night to see Omaha waiting for me, holding him and listening to his deep belly purr.

I miss them.  Loved and Lost.