Last night, my dad lost his buddy. My grandmother had called her his partner in crime. She sure found the right doorstep to hang out on after escaping. From a horrific, abusive adolescence to being spoiled rotten over the last 10+ years, Gimpy had it well. I am happy she was not alone. Pooh and Ernie kept her company over the last couple of days. Not many people were allowed into her circle. As a matter of fact, most people feared her, wouldn't dare go near her. I was one of the lucky few. I could rub her, brush her, comb her, kiss her, clean her ears and eyes, pick her up, wipe her tushy, and she purred like a champ.
Gimpy, I will miss you, my furry little half-sister.
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