After Chessie, our older cat passed. Whiner knew I needed her love. I missed Chessie and she did too. She started coming over to me and sitting next to my chair in the living room. Every night when we settled down, she would come over and sit next to me. I would rub her belly and her back and we would bond. There were times when I would come out of our room and she would over to the chair and sit next to it and meow if I walked past her, letting me know she needed attention.
She became my baby. When she got sick this past year, she needed me more and more. A day didn’t go by that we didn’t get our quality time together.
She will truly be missed. I love you, little Whiner.