Every once in awhile, you come across a pet that makes a special bond. Pee Wee was that pet for me. My husband and I got her as a small kitten from a coworker. She was the runt, the last kitten to leave her mother, so we called her Pee Wee. We had Pee Wee before we had children. She was a special part of our family, but she and I shared that unique bond. "Kritter Kitty" (as I called her) used to meet me at the door every time I came home. She'd either rub my legs until I picked her up, or she'd jump in my lap and hold me as soon as I sat down. Most people thought she was a grumpy old cat, but I thought she was a good judge of character. Everytime my sister-in-law came over, Pee Wee would growl and hiss. There were very few people she really took to. She was my true companion. She cuddled with me at night; she helped me shower and get ready for work every morning. When I had my last baby 2-1/2 years ago, I was in the hospital for several weeks. I remember finally coming home. It was late in the evening, and I walked in the door to find Pee Wee sitting on the love seat. I sat down next to her; she did her usual once over to see what was going on, then went back to sleep. Suddenly, she looked again, jumped up and darted into my lap, purring and rubbing and kissing. My husband said it was as if Pee Wee were saying, "Lady, you're home! Where ya been? We have a lot to talk about!" I fully expect my little Kritter Kitty to be waiting for me when I die. I can't wait to talk to her again. She was always there for me. I miss her but know she's having a grand time being free of her old body. She's part of our family, and heaven is the place where family's live forever.
Kathy