Sweet dreams, my love.

Today I am sad.  Heartbroken.  Devastated.  Words cannot adequately describe.  Today I lost my precious little fur-girl, Miss Coco Chanel, or Princess Coco-Puff, as she was more commonly referred to.  She passed in her sleep, in what I can only hope was peaceful and painless.  Don't even know what was wrong, other than she just wasn't herself the last week.  We had an appointment with Dr. Sean next week, but I was going to take her in this morning, as she really didn't act well last night.  Hindsight, huh?   

 She would give me that look across the pillow when I woke up in the morning, to a gentle "ppprrraattt" and she could purr with the best of them.  She loved to tell me stories of her day when I came home from work, most starting with an emphatic "do you know what your other fur-child did to me today?!"

 She may not have been classy, but she was my Phat baby girl!

 Her favourite way to sleep!  On whatever was tossed on the bed by her not-so-neat Mama.

 But she also knew how to sit like a lady, working it for the camera.

 She loved to cuddle with her Mama.

 And her brother, Giorgio Armani (come on, they're Tuxedos...they had to have classy names!).

 This is how I found them most days.

 Of course, anything that could be used as a pillow would be.  Loved it when she slept with her tongue hanging out.  Such a hard life...

 Dressed up for Christmas...the cataract started last year, but she never acted like it bothered her.

Instead choosing to be a goofball.  She always made me smile, and today she's making me cry.

Sweet dreams, my love.  I see her cuddled on Dad's lap in heaven, telling him her tales of woe and purring her brains out.

She was loved.