A broken heart

The most perfect trouble there ever was....

Peabody's first week with his new mom - napping

Peabody loving Chris (actually he's loving the strings on Chris' sweatshirt!)

Peabody & Chubby sharing the chair w/ Dad

Peabody getting a wipedown from Mom after being out in the rain

Snoozing in the laundry basket

Hogging Dad's chair

Its funny how we can become so attached to animals. I never was a person who fell so in love with an animal that I would actually kiss it ... until Grumpy brought Peabody home to me last September. That tiny little ball of fur. He was so loveable and so beautiful. He would follow me around the house and talk to me. I would pick him up and he would give a little umph while I was hugging him. AND he was so adorable, I just had to kiss him. He was my baby. And he was hit by a car this last Friday morning. My heart is so broke and it still is. Sure, my other kitties are trying to make me feel better, but I miss him so much. I miss him running behind me into the bathroom in the morning and wanting me to cradle him in my arms. I miss him swatting at my legs because I walked by him and didn't bend over to pay attention to him as I was walking by. I miss him running to the kitchen as soon as he heard the can opener and trying to reach the counter as I was squeezing the tuna water out of the can. I miss him running up my bed, across my pillow, putting his face down near mine when I wouldn't move, then plopping his little furry body right in my face - and grunting as he got comfortable. There will never be another Peabody. He was super special for the short little time he was in my life.