we're going to tell a suzanne story today. it seems fitting as it's been a month since she crossed the rainbow bridge.
this is how most mornings went on the days that mom went to work. suzanne stood on the bed, walking around on it so that mom could reach her for extra petting. suzanne pushed up into mom's hands for love. mom stopped getting dressed and loved on her...pets, kisses, tummy rubs.
when mom sat on the bed to put on her socks, suzanne sprawled beside her. she moved so that her back was against mom's leg. mom dropped her sock and stroked suzanne's tummy. suzanne purred. she was a great purrer.
sometimes, mom curled onto the bed--half dressed for work--to cuddle with suzanne. suzanne liked this best. she snuggled into the circle of mom's arms, her back to mom's chest. she rested her head on mom's forearm. mom rubbed her tummy and gently stroked her face. suzanne liked to have her chin massaged. mom sneaked in an occasional stroke down suzanne's nose (kitty nose velvet has an interesting nap. half way up--or down--the nap switches direction).
on those--and almost every other--days, mom would have happily stayed home to be with suzanne. the argument that got her up was that suzanne needed food and temptations. mom had to work.
everyday is hard. mom is glad for these memories...and glad it's ok to talk about them.